Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
Chapter 66

Chapter 66: A pleasure doing business with you.

Kellan's handshake was firm but unhurried.

You had your doubts before, but now you've accepted it thanks to my grandmother, right? Allison nodded slightly, her eyes steady.

Family was a powerful motivation, and she understood his cautious attitude.

That's how it is.

Your grandmother's work in perfumery is famous and I have always been attracted to her techniques.

Every time I find something I don't master, it becomes an obsession.

Its ability to balance contrasting aromas, mixing warm and cold notes, is remarkable.

I've tried, but I've never achieved the same harmony.

A soft, discreet smile appeared on Allison's lips.

But if you're willing to mentor me, Kellan, that could save me a lot of trial and error.

Kellan had always been a man who paid attention to the smallest details.

His instincts were sharp, tuned to detect hidden motives; However, Allison remained an enigma: careful, calm and never willing to lay all her cards on the table.

She was no fool either.

A formal visit to his grandmother was not yet necessary.

As long as I could find a way into their world, there were countless ways to unearth the truths I sought.

You are too modest, Miss Clarke.

Kellan's voice was still even, though the warmth of his skin lingered on his fingertips, and before he knew it, his fingers curled slightly.

I keep any deal I make, but earning my niece's approval doesn't.

It will be simple.

It's not usually easy to win over children.

Maybe you'd prefer to order something else.

He changed the conversation easily, his tone casual but deliberate.

Whatever I can do, consider it a token of gratitude for saving my life that night.

Allison raised an eyebrow, an amused glint in her eye.

What night are we talking about? The cruise ship or the cave? His voice was playful, hinting at something else that hadn't been said.

He took a step closer, closing the space between them enough to blur the line between business and personal.

Kellan felt the heat of his breath.

Her eyelashes, long and delicate, fluttered as if they brushed his mind, leaving a subtle moving effect.

Before he could respond, she added: So, I want something.

Kellan instinctively broke eye contact, looking to the side.

His heartbeat stopped for a moment, unaware of the way she was disconcerting him.

No woman had ever affected him like this.

Of course, within reason, he managed to respond.

Allison's smile widened and the charged atmosphere dissipated as quickly as it had formed.

She took a step back, the previous closeness evaporating into thin air.

I will take it into account.

If I have any problems, I'll be sure to call you first, Mr.

Lloyd.

In one fluid motion, Allison plucked a strand of hair from Kellan's shoulder, hiding it in the palm of her hand with expert precision.

Based on the information he'd given her Cobweb, Kellan was about her age, and the timeline of her mother's death suspiciously coincided with the disappearance of her own.

And her grandmother's knowledge of perfumery was identical to what her mother had mastered.

There was a small chance that they shared more than a business relationship, perhaps even blood.

That thought, although still speculative, left her uneasy.

But any clue, no matter how implausible, was worth it.

Just then, a knock interrupted them, and Kellan's assistant entered with a respectful pause.

Mr.

Sherman stood frozen for a moment, the words stuck in his throat, when the sight before him made him pause.

Her boss, who was notoriously distant with women, was unusually close to Allison.

The atmosphere between them was not businesslike, but almost…intimate.

For a moment, Sherman wondered what he was seeing.

She was the same woman who had discovered Kellan's secret about faking his disability.

Now, the tension between them seemed completely different, more familiar than he had ever imagined.

Despite the questions swirling in his mind, Sherman regained his composure.

and cleared his throat, maintaining a respectful tone.

Sir, there is a large crowd of media waiting outside.

Our car can't even pass.

Ontdale's largest television network is there, along with two major international media outlets.

They've been waiting for a while.

Sherman has never seen such a media frenzy.

But when he thought about it, it made sense.

Kellan was not only the CEO of the most prestigious luxury brand in the world, but also the heir to the Lloyd Group.

And now that the news had broken that he was the CEO of Charisma Company, along with its alliance with the Everett Group In the perfume industry, any of those headlines would have been enough to set off a media storm.

Several media outlets linked to the Lloyd Group have also sent interview requests, Sherman continued.

They've even mentioned that if a full interview can't be done, a simple photo would suffice.

Well, it looks like Mr.

Lloyd has his hands full, so I'll step aside, Allison interjected with a warm smile.

She nonchalantly grabbed her bag, her movements elegant as she discreetly pocketed the lock of Kellan's hair she had grabbed earlier.

Here's to our future adventures! Kellan paid no attention to Sherman's words, but followed Allison as she walked away, lost in his own thoughts.

It was a long time before he came back to reality.

His expression became somber, inscrutable, before he finally murmured: Bring me the list of journalists.

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