Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 144: Marc hurriedly tried to mediate, desperation creeping into his voice.

Mr.

Lloyd, please, let me explain.

I didnt mean to spread any rumors, and Ms.

Clarke is not that kind of person.

We just thought… maybe she was pulling a harmless prank.

However, at that moment, Kellan exuded an intimidating presence.

Who do you think youre fooling? Kellans voice was sharp, laced with contempt.

Your little tricks are transparent! Youre a mediocre worker, but youre a pro at stabbing your colleagues in the back.

Theres been word that you were the one stirring up trouble at the recent inter-company conference.

I have no patience for rats in my company.

Call HR.

Fire him now! Marcs face turned pale.

He had never imagined that a few ill-chosen words would cost him his job in an instant.

Allisons lip curled into a sneer.

She and Kellan had a knack for sizing people up.

It wasnt worth wasting time on blunt fools with loud mouths, but those who wore sweetness like a mask while sinking the knife in from behind those were the worst.

In some ways, Marc was no different than Melany.

Both hid behind others, pretending to be the virtuous ones, manipulating from the shadows like they were carved from the same deceitful mold.

Last night, Ms.

Clarke left work with me.

So, if youre accusing her, youre accusing both of us of theft.

Is that what youre suggesting? Kellans words echoed in the room, a challenge thrown down for all to hear.

Despite the lack of concrete proof, even with Allison being the primary suspect, he wasnt about to let her get dragged through the mud by people who didnt even know what was at play.

His eyes grew colder, and the room fell silent under the weight of his gaze.

No one dared utter a word.

Marc, on the other hand, was panicking inside.

His mind raced as he grasped the full weight of what had just happened.

Fired, just like that.

There was no turning back.

Desperate, he made a decision that only a fool cornered by his own mistakes would make hed have to seek refuge with the Stevens Group, and the only way to earn his place would be to destroy Allison completely.

With madness in his eyes, he lashed out with venom in his words.

Why defend her, Mr.

Lloyd? Ms.

Clarkes divorced, for Gods sake! No matter how good she looks, youre just picking up someone elses scraps The sentence never finished.

A sharp scream ripped through the air.

Allison had kicked Marc straight in the groin at the exact moment Sherman, Kellans assistant, landed a fist to Marcs face.

Marc crumpled to the floor in agony, curling into himself as his screams echoed through the office.

Ah!!! Allison shot a glance at Sherman.

She was impressed Kellan really surrounded himself with capable people.

Sherman, with his mild demeanor, clearly knew how to throw a punch when necessary.

Call the police! Kellan said coldly.

Or, if youd prefer, well see you in court.

Either way, the Lloyd Group will crush you.

Security arrived quickly, dragging Marc away, but in his madness, he called out, his voice raw with desperation, Mr.

Lloyd! You can protect her all you want, but dont take it out on me! Everyone else will see this as an injustice! Marc knew he was no match for Kellan.

Even if he did get the authorities involved, Kellan could ruin him without breaking a sweat.

He had already crossed the line, so why not make his last play by siding with Melany? Allison, however, chuckled softly.

Protecting? No, Marc.

Youre just projecting your sins onto others.

Her eyes swept across the room, locking on every face present.

In case you werent aware, there are hidden cameras in the ceiling that arent accessible to just anyone.

This is about millions in stolen property.

And when the footage is handed to the police, lets see what price youll pay, Marc.

Marcs face turned ghostly pale.

He had no idea about the hidden cameras, and for a moment, his confidence wavered.

He thought he had covered his tracks well, that there was no evidence, but the truth was starting to sink in like poison.

His so-called allies, the ones he had conned into working with him, began to panic.

Ms.

Clarke, you must be kidding, right? Yeah, and Ive always believed shes innocent! Maybe someone framed her someone jealous! Mr.

Lloyd, I bet Marc did it! Hes had it out for Ms.

Clarke for ages! The group, sensing the ship sinking, immediately threw Marc under the bus, distancing themselves from him in a desperate bid for survival.

What the hell are you saying?! Marc roared.

The pain from his injuries surged through his body, but worse than that was the betrayal from his own circle.novelbin

Then he saw Sherman retrieving the hidden camera from the ceiling, his last hope shattered like glass hitting the floor.

With a sudden burst of crazed energy, Marc broke free from the security guards.

He lunged toward Allison, screaming, You! You pushed me to this! Now you want to throw me in jail? Allisons eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flickering in them.

Marc had lost, but now he wanted to drag her down with him.

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