Chapter 308: Gordon stepped forward, positioning himself squarely in front of Mny.


    His face radiated a haughty disdain.


    My rtionship with Allison has nothing to do with you, he said, his voiceced with cutting sarcasm.


    During the banquet, hed done his homework.


    Hed uncovered the details: in the three years since Allison had disappeared, she had been in Ontdale, married to Colton.


    But what struck him most was Coltons astonishing idiocy.


    He had actually dared to mistreat her.


    Mr.


    Stevens, Gordon continued, his tone dripping with mockery, while you were still married to Allison, you didnt mention that you were still in touch with Mny, did you? Colton stiffened, but Gordon pressed on relentlessly.


    If I remember right, Miss Johnson had already moved into your home before the divorce.


    And Allison, being the gracious person she is, never held it against you.


    But youve got the nerve toe here and provoke her? His lips curved into a smile, but the ice-cold malice in his eyes made everyone present shudder.


    Nearby, Ken handed Allison a handkerchief, its delicate embroidery adding a touch of elegance.


    A subtle, refreshing fragrance emanated from the fabric, gradually diffusing through the air.


    Its revolting to be touched by a scumbag like that, Ken said casually, not even bothering to nce at Colton.


    His mere presence, however, was enough to send Coltons heart racing.


    No one dared to intervene.


    They were all astute enough to understand the unspoken history between Colton and Allison.


    Sensing her ns falling apart, Mny cursed inwardly, her expression darkening.


    She quickly fired back, targeting Allison.


    Allison, I only stayed at Coltons ce because I had nowhere else to go after returning from abroad.


    I never meant to hurt you, she said softly, her tone calcted to appear nauseatingly sweet.


    After all, unlike you, I dont have many friends.


    Maybe you really dont like me, which is why you not only epted my wedding gift but also Smack! Mnys words were abruptly cut off by the sharp sound of a p reverberating through the room.


    Stunned, she stared at Allison, her eyes wide with disbelief.


    You… how dare you hit me? Her voice quivered as she clutched her throbbing cheek, her calm fa?ade crumbling.


    The raw fury simmering beneath the surface zed to life.


    Allison flexed her wrist, her expressionpletely unfazed.


    Yes, I did.


    I was willing to let things slide earlier, but you just couldnt keep your mouth shut.


    Mnys mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, her chest heaving with suppressed rage.


    Allison! She lifted her hand to strike back, but Allison moved faster, catching her wrist in a vice-like grip.


    Mny winced, realizing she couldnt budge even an inch.


    Allisons voice was steady, almost too calm.


    Reba and I had already bought that dress, but your mother came barging in, throwing a tantrum and guilt-tripping us into handing it over to you.


    Her lips curved into a scornful smile as she met Mnys gaze with unwavering disdain.


    Shall I ask the store owner to pull up the surveince footage and disy it on a giant screen in the city center for everyone to see? Panic shed across Mnys face.


    Allisons grip tightened painfully, and beads of cold sweat gathered on her forehead.


    She didnt dare respond directly to Allison because she knew this crazy woman might actually do it.


    Let go! Mny demanded, her voice strained with pain and fear.


    As you wish.


    Allison released her without warning.


    Unprepared, Mny stumbled back and crashed onto the floor.


    A sharp gasp escaped her lips as pain shot up her spine.


    Shey there, dazed and humiliated, aware of the murmurs and snickers from the onlookers.


    Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision.


    She blinked furiously, trying to hold back her embarrassment.


    Allisons next words struck like a dagger to Mnys chest.


    Speaking of wedding gifts… didnt your ex-husband give you one when you got married? Allisons voice was light, almost yful, yet dripping with malice.


    Mnys face went from ghostly pale to beet red in an instant.


    She had never felt so utterly exposed and disgraced.


    You…! This time, she wasnt faking it.


    Real tears spilled down her cheeks, driven by genuine, seething frustration.


    Youre doing this on purpose! .


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