Secrets Of The Neglected Wife

Chapter 1114:

Kellan did it all with effortless skill.noveldrama

Not a single emotion showed on his face.

“Mr. Morgan, I’m sure you understand how it feels when someone mocks and points at your partner. I’m just protecting what’s mine,” Kellan looked at Fabian and said. He then turned his head and eyed Hoyt.

Hoyt was now on the floor, screaming in pain. “My hand!” he yelled.

Hoyt couldn’t even count how many times he had been broken down like this.

He had been careful, but he never thought that Kellan would have the nerve to act again in front of Fabian!

“Kellan, you’ve sunk this low for a woman, throwing the Lloyd family’s honor out the window!” Hoyt’s eyes were spinning from the pain.

Nearby medical staff rushed to his side, eager to help.

Still, the throbbing in his finger made him break into a cold sweat. To make matters worse, Kellan shot him a cold, emotionless look.

“The honor of the Lloyd family is being ruined by people like you, not me.”

The situation was quickly becoming a family issue for the Lloyds.

Everyone around them stood silent, too afraid to speak.

Hoyt turned to Fabian, his eyes begging for support. “Mr. Morgan, you have to help me.”

But to his surprise, Fabian didn’t defend him the way his father, Brook, would have.

Fabian wasn’t the type to be fooled by clumsy acting.

“I won’t get involved in your family’s business,” he said firmly.

Fabian had heard about the illegitimate son of the Lloyd family. He already knew that Hoyt wasn’t as excellent as Kellan, but he just hadn’t expected him to be so reckless and foolish.

“As for the fight earlier, you were the one who started it.”

Fabian didn’t have any patience for rude people, especially someone like Hoyt, who would point and yell at a woman in the heat of the moment.

Breaking his finger had been more than enough mercy.

Hoyt, hearing this, winced as the pain increased.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he groaned.

Seeing Hoyt, who was supporting him, now in trouble, Abram quickly tried to shift the crowd’s focus and thought of another plan.

“Mr. Morgan, I have proof!” he exclaimed.

Abram’s words echoed through the room, finding their way to every ear.

Many in the crowd were convinced that Abram’s words carried weight. After all, his reputation had been firmly established in the design world for years, and few dared to question his expertise.

Allison remained silent, her eyes locked on Abram as he continued his performance.

With a self-satisfied grin, Abram spoke, barely hiding the pride in his voice. “When SAMSARA Studio first opened its doors, we developed a piece of software known as Time to shield our designs from prying eyes and potential copycats.”

Yet, the developer was now all but unreachable.

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