Chapter 1077:
Fabian was genuinely curious. âMs. Clarke, if you can actually repair this brooch, Iâd be truly impressed.â
Allison smiled at him. âIâll do my best. Please forgive the trouble today.â
Melany, however, felt that Allisonâs promise to do her best was just a polite way of brushing things off. She didnât want Allison to keep getting away with this.
Melany spoke up, sounding innocent. âMs. Clarke, if you canât fix it, will you come up with another good omen?â
She blinked her eyes, as if she was merely making a suggestion. âI think you might want to get an expert to help. That way, at least Mr. Morgan wonât be disappointed.â
Melanyâs voice had a quiet, yet manipulative edge to it. She made it clear that if Allison didnât succeed in the restoration, any excuses would simply appear as a way to avoid the work. The âgood omenâ excuse had already been used, after all.
On top of that, she smiled as she spoke. âI know a few famous jewelry designers. If you need help, Ms. Clarke, I could introduce you to them.â
Melany was certain that Allison was planning to try the same trick again. But she wasnât about to let her off the hook. This was also the perfect opportunity to boost her own image. After speaking, Melany glanced at Fabian. âMr. Morgan, do you think itâs necessary?â Once the professionals Melany had recommended arrived, she was confident they would make Allison look bad in front of everyone. Even if they were turned down, any mistake Allison made would give her a chance to strike.
No matter what happened, Allison was sure to fail.
Fabian, on the other hand, only gave Allison a quick look and said, âMs. Clarke, I respect your choice. If you ever need expert help, feel free to ask. I can see this brooch has a complicated design. If itâs not handled right, it could crack even more.â
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As someone who valued quality, Fabian didnât want to see such a precious gift ruined.
Allison shook her head. âIâd rather do it myself. I feel safer that way.â She looked up and smiled. âBut donât worry, Miss Johnson, if anything goes wrong with the restoration, I wonât make excuses.â
When Allison smiled, it was like she lit up the room. Even the brilliant brooch couldnât compare to her radiance.
âAnd I understand why Miss Johnson doesnât believe I can handle this matter on my own. After all, sheâs the type who needs someone else to do everything for her, and she might think Iâm the same. But actually, weâre different.â
Melany was left speechless. Her face darkened. She knew exactly what Allison meant.
Two years ago, on Allison and Coltonâs wedding anniversary, Melany had pretended to be drunk and called him, deliberately causing trouble. Knowing that Allison was nearby, Melany had raised her voice, pretending to cry, and said that she couldnât live without Colton. One of the things she had said was, âColton, I canât manage on my own. Iâm used to leaning on you.â
Those words had ruined their anniversary that night. Melany could still remember how Allison had stayed silent as Colton turned and walked away, leaving only a brief, âOkay.â
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