FreeNovelChapter 395: ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ She tugged on Colton's arm and whispered urgently, "Colton, with Mose pulling out, this might be the perfect chance. Why not hear what Gordon has to say?" In truth, she didn't want to stay in this risky situation any longer, especially with the threat of explosives still weighing on her mind.
"And aren't you the least bit curious about Allison's connection to him?” she added, knowing it would strike a nerve.
Men were touchy about fidelity, and even though Allison was no longer his wife, Colton wasn't the type to tolerate anything resembling disloyalty.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs expected, Colton's expression hardened. His dark eyes settled back on Gordon.
"Melany's got a point. Let's not waste an opportunity. We can talk today." Gordon's grin widened, as if he'd just won a silent game. "That's the spirit." With Melany by his side, Colton followed Gordon into a private meeting room to talk business.
But the moment they stepped inside, the lights dimmed, and black sacks were suddenly thrown over their heads. With a thud, Colton faintly felt a kick to the stomach. It was unexpected. He'd been wary of Gordon but hadn't expected physical retaliation.
There was no real enmity between them, so why the ambush? The sedatives in the sack knocked him out before he could piece together what was happening.
"Is this okay?" Amya asked, tugging at the black sack she'd just pulled over Colton's head. She looked uncertain, clearly not used to such actions.
However, upon learning what these two had done to betray Allison, Amya's attitude shifted, and any guilt she might have felt vanished.
Gordon, watching her with his arms crossed, shrugged.
"It's fine." In reality, Gordon didn't think much of Amya. In his mind, he was Allison's top assistant, and the thought of her relying on someone else stirred up a fierce jealousy. But as soon as he imagined showing Allison their victory, a smug smile crept across his face.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"The gshould be over." In the lounge, Ferdinand clicked his tongue, clearly impressed. "Well, looks like even you have moments when you lose." Though he didn't know who this woman named Sweety was, rumors had already spread that Kellan had been defeated.
Yet, to Ferdinand's surprise, Kellan didn't seem bothered at all.
"There's always someone better out there," Kellan said calmly. "I've tasted defeat before, whether it was in perfumery or short-track speed skating."
His expression was hard to read, as if his thoughts were somewhere far away.
In truth, when they had been overtaking each other in midair, Kellan had felt something familiar, something wild and untamed. It was the kind of presence that only one person could evoke in him, someone bold enough to flirt with death and survive.
Kellan had always been sharp at sensing things like this. He He took an slow sip of red wine, his v shindoth his voice smooth and deep. "The prizes must have been handed out by now." Ferdinand shrugged at his words.
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