Chapter 1146: Chapter 1146

Chapter 1146:

Melany pretended to hesitate, glancing at Allison.

“‘Could you do me a favor?’” She hid the packet of powder in her palm, letting out a deep sigh. “‘I had a little argument with Ms. Clarke earlier, and I want to apologize to her. When I get close to her, could you bring me a glass as well?’”

The waiter looked at his tray, which had a glass of champagne, and nodded. “‘Of course. What drink would you prefer?’”

“‘Sorry, I can’t drink alcohol,’” Melany said, touching her stomach. “‘I’m pregnant, so juice will do.’”

“‘Okay, happy to help.’”

As the waiter turned to leave, Melany smiled and took the tray from him.

“‘Let me hold this for you. Go ahead, and come back quickly.’”

“‘Alright, thank you so much,’” the waiter responded without suspicion and walked away.

Once he was out of sight and no one was looking her way, Melany discreetly poured the powder into one of the champagne glasses.

The powder dissolved the instant it touched the wine. It bubbled briefly before settling back down.

The waiter came back after a short while and turned to Melany.

“‘Would orange juice work for you?’” he asked.

“‘Yes, absolutely. Thanks a lot,’” Melany replied with a polite smile. By then, she had already slipped the drug into the glass of wine and placed it carefully back on the table. Everything was going according to plan.

Adjusting her dress by raising the hem just a little, Melany made her way toward Allison with a purposeful stride.

“‘Ms. Clarke, I need to apologize,’” she said in a soft but steady voice.

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Allison, hearing her approach, gave a slight frown as if annoyed by the interruption. Before Allison could respond, Melany took the seat across from her without hesitation.

“‘Well, if it’s not something important, I suggest you leave me alone,’” Allison said flatly. She shot Melany a lazy glance, her annoyance plain and unfiltered.

After all, nothing good ever came from Melany trying to approach her.

“‘Otherwise,’” Allison warned coldly, “‘I can’t promise I won’t end up slapping you again if I’ve had too much to drink.’”

Melany was at a loss for words. Her first instinct was to lift her hand, shielding her face without thinking. But then she remembered why she was there and forced herself to swallow her irritation.

Sometimes, staying calm was the only way to get what you wanted in the long run.

“‘Ms. Clarke, I really do owe you an apology,’” she said, her tone humble. “‘If slapping me would help you feel better, I wouldn’t hold it against you.’”

She glanced at the waiter who stood in the distance, waiting, then softened her expression into one of sorrow and helplessness.

“‘I swear, I had no idea Abram was stealing your work. Had I known, I wouldn’t have invited him to Mr. Morgan’s birthday party,’” she added with a voice full of regret.

Allison couldn’t have cared less about Melany’s explanations. However, Allison also understood that Melany probably truly hadn’t been aware of what Abram had done.

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