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Chapter 91

    Chapter 91: You really have a way of reading me like an open book, Allison admitted with a touch of humor.


    How could I hide something from those eagle eyes of yours.


    They shared a knowing smile, each thinking the other was cunning in her own right.


    After all, building a strong rtionship with Ken was like nting a seed in fertile soil: it could only lead to fruitful results.


    The key was to gain her trust and, more importantly, forge a connection with her grandmother.


    By the way, there are severalpetitions in theing months.


    The speed parkour race is in two weeks.


    What do you say? Are you interested? Reba''s eyes were shining with excitement, fully aware of Allison''s love for extreme sports.


    With a mischievous smile, he added: I love watching youpete.


    You have an innate talent, it''s like you were born for this.


    Competitions, huh.


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    .


    Allison reflected, calmly taking a sip of water.


    The prizes are worth it.


    Not bad.


    First ce takes a million, so you can bet thepetition will be fierce.


    But something tells me that that amount of money isn''t what motivates you: you already have more than enough, Reba responded with a knowing shake of her head, finding it amusing that someone as rich as Allison would continue chasing smaller prizes.


    You''ve got three hundred million hidden in that ck card ount abroad.


    Why not take advantage of it? Or better yet, take advantage of the benefits of the Jasmine restaurant.


    Ten million is nothing to you.


    But Allison shook her head, her expression turning serious.


    That ount is untouchable for now.


    I am going to use that money to boost the perfumepany I founded in Vrining and to expand into otherpanies.


    I already have a team running things and thepany will soon go public.


    Allison vividly remembered her mother''s offhandment that her biggest dream was to create an international perfume brand.


    If Allison managed to make that dreame true, maybe—just maybe—her mother, wherever she was, would be proud.


    As for Ontdale, Allison had no intention of using foreign funds.


    She was determined to build something from scratch, establishing the main framework of her hackerwork here.


    This town held too many unanswered questions about her mother''s disappearance, and she wasn''t about to leave her behind.


    Starting over was just another challenge.


    "I don''t understand you," Reba mocked Allison, knowing she loved a challenge.


    I''ll go ahead and sign you up for the race.


    On Sunday, Allison returned to the Lloyd mansion, ready to resume her pottery sses.


    Good morning, she greeted as she entered the room, immediately noticing that Lorna was still hiding in a corner, like a shadow that refused to leave.


    Lorna held the mold she had made the day before, her fingers absentmindedly tracing its edges.


    When he noticed Allison, his eyes flickered curiously, though he quickly looked away, as if embarrassed to be caught watching.


    "I haven''t been this happy in a long time, and I owe that to you," Kenmented quietly.


    with an unusual gentleness in her voice as she observed Lorna''s subtle change in attitude.


    Allison turned her gaze to Ken and, for a brief moment, their eyes met.


    The burning kiss they had shared the day before shed through their minds.


    As if it were an unspoken agreement, they both looked away, pretending the memory hadn''t arisen between them.


    We tried something new today Allison knelt before Lorna and gently brushed her hand.


    hair with his hand, in a gesture that is bothforting and encouraging.


    Lorna did not back away; Instead, her gazended on Allison, confusion mixed with curiosity in her big eyes.


    You did great yesterday, so let''s keep moving forward, Allison continued.


    To her surprise, Lorna nodded quickly and enthusiastically.


    This time, Allison gently took Lorna''s hand, guiding her through the process.


    The contact did not seem to bother Lorna, who remained absorbed in her work, with deep, unwavering concentration.


    Two hours passed and, at the end of ss, Lorna was ying contentedly with the small sculpture she had made, with quiet pride in From the hallway, Ken''s voice called, Come eat.


    Allison looked over her shoulder and stifled augh.


    Ken stood in the doorway, wearing an apron and fingertips.


    stained with oil.


    The dining room table was set with a disy that could have adorned the pages of a culinary magazine.


    Among the tes was a tter of young vegetables that glistened in the light.


    These are Mr.


    Welsh''s.


    "I wasn''t sure what vors you liked, so I kept it light," Ken said nonchntly, though his tone betrayed the effort he''d put into it.


    Allison had never imagined Ken would go to the trouble of personally preparing a meal, much less preparing it.


    take into ount your preferences.


    With a mocking smile, hemented: Mr.


    Lloyd, stuck in a chair but cooking.


    You sure know how to keep people in suspense.


    Just something simple, Ken replied, unfazed by his yful insinuation.


    However, the old butler nearby seemed to have seen a ghost.


    The butler, who had practically raised Ken, knew that in all those years, Ken had rarely lifted a finger in the kitchen, and even less so now, with his mobility.


    restricted.


    What are you doing standing there Come with us, Ken said, catching the butler''s stunned expression.


    We have Miss rke to thank for that, the butlerughed, shaking his head in disbelief.


    Meanwhile, Lorna, normally oblivious to the world around her, clutched her te without making any move to help herself.


    Here, try this, Allison suggested gently.


    , noticing Lorna''s subtle nces at the various dishes.


    Each time Lorna''s gazended on one, Allison silently served it to her.


    Ken watched the exchange silently before clearing his throat.


    About what we talked aboutst time, have you thought about joining the Carismapany, Miss rke? I could offer you 30% of the shares.


    For most, 30% of apany as valuable as Carisma was an offer of monumental value.


    But Ken knew Allison''s value, and if she epted, the potential for their future together would be limitless.


    I didn''t expect such a generous offer, Mr.


    Lloyd, but I''m afraid I''m not cut out for that kind of role.


    "I''ve grown quite attached to my freedom," Allison responded politely but firmly, declining the offer.


    He was already juggling enough: his perfume business, not to mention preparations to runch the hackerwork in Ontdale.


    Until those projects were settled, he couldn''t take care of anything else.


    Ken, although a little disappointed, was not surprised.


    He knew that Allison was not someone who would be swayed by material gains.


    No problem.


    I respect your choice, Ms.


    rke, he said.


    I appreciate your understanding, Mr.


    Lloyd, Allison responded.


    Then, after a brief pause, he asked: Do you happen to own property near Muisvedo, Mr.


    Lloyd.


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