Chapter 1057: Chapter 1057

Chapter 1057:

Before she could react, he buried his face against her chest, the suddenness of it making her knees buckle with weakness.

“Is this what you call a kiss? This is clearly…” she began, but the words trailed off as his lips and tongue surged against hers in an unrestrained rush of passion.

Her snake-shaped necklace, caught between them, swayed with each movement, kissing her through the cool metal.

Hot lips. Cold chain. She was pressed into the soft bed, their fingers intertwined in a desperate, tight grip.

Once his desire was sparked, Kellan was relentless.

The night passed in a fevered blur, leaving no room for sleep.

Three days later, Sherman arrived with the gathered intelligence, delivering the latest update to Kellan and Allison.

“In four days, it will be the fifty-fourth birthday of Fabian Morgan, the CEO of Aröme Tower.”

“The Ontdale branch is hosting the event at the Emerald Mansion, and the Lloyd Group is on the guest list.”

As he spoke, Sherman handed over the documents for their review.

“By the way,” Sherman continued, “Fabian is originally from Ontdale. His birth name was Collen Green, but after a tragic incident years ago, he changed his identity and relocated to Vrining, where he went on to found Aröme Tower. We could only uncover that he had a lost lover and child.”

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Despite his best efforts to uncover more about Aröme Tower’s enigmatic CEO, Sherman found little else to report. Kellan sat back, considering the information carefully.

“Fabian will likely attend in person. They’re aiming to invite as many guests as possible, so it would make sense for us to go together.”

Allison nodded in agreement, her thoughts aligning with his.

“It seems we’ll need a gift for his birthday,” she observed.

Upon hearing this, Sherman swiftly handed over Fabian’s personal profile.

“I’ve looked into it, Ms. Clarke. Fabian has a fondness for jewelry design.”

“How convenient,” Allison mused after a brief pause. “I’ll take care of it.”

Kellan raised an eyebrow, curious.

“Are you going to make it yourself?”

Allison flashed a sly smile, her eyes twinkling with mystery.

“That’s a secret.”

Given her impressive design talents — not just in pottery and painting but also in jewelry design — Allison felt confident she could create something truly special.

In a villa nestled within the affluent Sapphire District, the atmosphere was tense, almost suffocating. The servants moved silently, careful not to draw any attention to themselves.

Brook sat at the head of the dining table, his face dark with displeasure. He pursed his lips into a firm line and muttered, “For three days, Kinslee refuses to see me, and Kellan doesn’t even bother to greet me! It seems I’ve spoiled him so much that he doesn’t even show me any respect!”

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