Chapter 1028:
“Seems like you've really fallen under her spell.” Brook, unwilling to waste more words, laid down his stance.
“Whatever your personal ties may be, they don’t concern me. But the interests of the Lloyd family are non-
negotiable. Whether you like it or not, you'll have to accept it.” He then shifted his gaze to Allison.
“Ms. Clarke, since Kellan is so insistent on being with you, | must know more about you. Where do you work
now?”
Brook's intent was clear — he sought to slowly dismantle her confidence, piece by piece.
Allison, unruffled, responded with a smile, a calmness that was almost effortless. “Are you inquiring about my
personal life?” she asked, as if the question itself were of no consequence.
Even under Brook's pressure, she answered calmly, her confidence unshaken. “I'm divorced, don’t have much
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtfamily left, and | work at Charisma Company,” she said matter-of-factly.
These were parts of her past, parts she saw no reason to conceal. Brook's conviction deepened that Allison
wasn’t worthy of the Lloyd family’s name.
But there was something about her that didn’t add up.
She didn’t cower before Kellan, nor did she seem the least bit intimidated by him.
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Brook's gaze sharpened, his suspicion growing. He realized that Allison wasn’t someone to be underestimated.
He let out a long, exaggerated sigh, feigning indifference. “Fine, it's not my place to meddle.”
It was as if he'd lost interest, the words hanging in the air with calculated detachment.
His attention turned back to Kellan.
“Since your grandmother is awake, why didn’t you informimmediately?”
Kellan responded coldly, “She doesn’t want to see you.”
Brook's expression darkened, his temper flaring. “Watch your tone!” He could command his children with ease,
but with his mother, he was out of his depth.
Though unsure whether Kellan was telling the truth, Brook answered with an icy tone, “Then I'll wait here until
she decides to see me.”
Kellan’s lips curled into a sneer. “Anyone who didn’t know you would think you're a model of filial piety.” But
Brook, unmoved, ignored the jab.
“I'm tired. Jim, prepare a room for me.”
“Yes, sir.”
As Brook settled in, a white minivan pulled into the yard outside.
A woman stepped out, her every move exuding elegance.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHer delicate makeup, the pristine white dress, the pearl necklace, and the maple fragrance handbag in her hand
all spoke of wealth and status, the kind of luxury that matched the van she arrived in.
In Ontdale, few dared to dress so boldly.
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