Chapter 1113: Chapter 1113

Chapter 1113:

Kellan, that madman, wasn’t even scared of their father.

In a place like this, if Kellan truly lost control, Hoyt knew that he wouldn’t stand a chance.

So, without thinking, he took two steps back.

“Kellan, please don’t misunderstand me.” Hoyt tried to act like a defender of justice. “I’m just trying to keep things fair.”

After he finished speaking, he handed the design draft straight to Fabian.

“Take a look at this, Mr. Morgan. This original design is completely real!”

Allison narrowed her eyes.

She had a strong hunch about why Hoyt was so sure of himself.

When she had left the studio back then, she hadn’t taken all the original designs. A lot had been left behind, and she never imagined they’d come back to haunt her like this.

Fabian opened the draft. It was slightly yellowed, and the lines and colors were so flawless that they could not have been faked. He looked at Allison once more. “Ms. Clarke, what would you say about this original design?”

“The design draft is truly mine. It was stolen by some people,” Allison said, her tone steady. “I will prove it.”

When Hoyt heard this, he let out a derisive laugh. “Ms. Clarke, you’re truly something else. It seems you won’t give up until you’re completely backed into a corner, even with all the proof against you.” He doubted Allison would be able to show any real evidence.

Fabian chose not to react to Hoyt’s mockery.

He looked at Allison with a concerned expression.

His gut told him that there was more to the story than it appeared. “But this draft isn’t signed, so it doesn’t back up your claim. Ms. Clarke, you still need to explain yourself.”

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Allison could tell that Fabian seemed open to believing her.

But the lack of a signature on the draft was a major issue.

Since it had only been a discarded draft before, she hadn’t bothered to sign it.

Hoyt, fully aware of this, gave a smug smile. “Ms. Clarke, no matter how you try to explain, it won’t matter. If this draft really belongs to Abram…”

Hoyt pointed at Allison with a dramatic gesture, his voice full of accusation.

“You’re nothing but a thief!”

Hoyt had planned to use this moment to ruin Allison’s reputation. He knew calling her a plagiarist would hurt her, and Kellan would definitely pay for it.

In addition, Charisma Company would take a hit too.

Maybe, just maybe, this would be the thing that forced Allison out of Ontdale!

But as soon as he finished speaking, a sudden chill ran down his spine.

A sense of dread settled in.

Before anyone could react, he heard a sharp crack.

Crack!

In that split second, before anyone could react, Kellan had already snapped his finger.

The sound of bone cracking rang out clearly for everyone to hear.

“Hoyt, if you want to keep breathing, don’t you dare point that filthy finger at Allison again. Otherwise, what I’m going to break isn’t just your finger next time.”

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