Chapter 1161: Chapter 1161

Chapter 1161:

When the lounge door finally swung open, the lights inside flickered on slowly, illuminating the room.

The bare back of a man on the sofa captured the attention of all present, though the identities of the individuals remained obscured. Standing a short distance from the doorway, Melany peeked inside but could not discern the occupants.

Convinced of the identity of one, she called out assertively, “‘Allison, how could you engage in such behavior?’”

The next second, Melany felt a gaze as sharp as a dagger pierce through the crowd, landing directly on her.

She had thought she’d blended seamlessly into the sea of faces, but before she could even blink, Kellan’s eyes were locked onto hers with unerring precision.

“‘Melany,’” he began, his voice cold like ice cracking in the silence.

“‘You’d better explain what you meant by that.’”

With deliberate, measured steps, he advanced, and Melany felt like a cornered animal, her every escape route sealed.

No.

Her eyes brimmed with terror, her lips parting to call for help, but the sound never came.

Panic weighed down her limbs, as though shackled with iron chains, rendering her immobile.

Before the onlookers could comprehend what was happening, Kellan’s hand shot out, gripping her neck with unyielding force.

His gaze was incredibly terrifying.

“‘I’ll say this one last time — the person inside is not Allison. If something’s wrong with your eyes and you need help, I’ll gladly provide it.’”

𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖊: 𝖌𝖆𝖑𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖘﹒𝖈𝖔𝖒

His grip tightened, the menace in his voice chilling.

Kellan had been nervous earlier, but now he was completely certain that the person in the lounge was not Allison.

Their time together had taught him to recognize her in ways words could never describe. Even the subtlest detail — a turn of the shoulder, a tilt of the head — was unmistakably hers, and this imposter bore none of it.

“‘I was wrong…’” Melany gasped, her face flushing a deep crimson.

There were already finger marks on her neck. Now, Kellan’s grip tightened further, deepening the marks. Pain surged through her like an unrelenting tide, leaving her drenched in cold sweat.

He was beyond reason, completely consumed by fury.

Fabian, standing nearby, stepped forward, frowning. “‘Mr. Lloyd, please release her. There’s no fighting allowed here.’”

Though his voice was calm, there was an underlying urgency. He understood Kellan’s anxiety for Allison. “‘If Ms. Clarke isn’t inside, as you believe, she wouldn’t want to see you lose control like this,’” Fabian reasoned.

But Kellan responded with a dry, humorless chuckle.

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