BookToReadChapter 227
On the second floor of the villa, in a certain room, clothes were strewn about haphazardly. A pair of black
stockings hung from the sofa, torn and forgotten. Chris reclined lazily against the headboard, enjoying a
cigarette, a satisfied grin playing on his lips. Next to him, the girl had a dazed look in her eyes, still savoring the
moment.
His phone buzzed, and Chris took a slow drag from his cigarette before answering with casual indifference.
Liam's respectful voice cthrough the line: "Chris, the Owens family just announced at a press conference
that they're calling off the engagement with the Fishers. Plus, there are rumors online that Joshua was spotted
entering a hotel with a popular actress-people are suspecting he's cheating."
Chris let out a derisive laugh. "And here | thought he was sgreat romantic. Turns out he's just as much of a
playboy as his old man."
"What about the Owens family?" Liam inquired.
Chris lowered his gaze, pondering for a moment. "Keep tabs on them. They might be faking the breakup to throw
"Got it, Chris."
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"And keep an eye on Allison's whereabouts. Letknow if anything changes." "Will do."
Allison took a day at hto gather her thoughts and get back on her feet before returning to the law firm. The
past few days had been blissfully uneventful; no bizarre incidents, and her family was safe and sound. She
managed a small, bittersweet smile. Breaking off the engagement did have its perks; at least Chris wouldn't be a
menace to her or her loved ones anymore.
As she walked into the firm, her colleagues greeted her warmly. She returned their greetings with a polite smile,
her black mid-heeled shoes clicking softly as she headed to her office.
The firm had a strict dress code-business attire and black shoes were a must. Today, Allison was dressed in a
sleek black suit, her long hair elegantly pinned up. Concealer hid the dark circles under her eyes, and a bold
vintage red lipstick gave her a vibrant look. She seemed like an entirely different person from the one who had
recently faced heartbreak.
Her new supervisor, Lily, handed her three fresh cases, and Allison dove right into them. With Lily at the helm,
there was no personal vendetta or external influence against Allison, making her work life a lot smoother.
After hours, Allison decided to stay late to finish her tasks. As she turned off the lights, ready to leave, she heard
a faint crying sound from outside. She frowned slightly, closed her office door, and went to check it out.
The sobs were coming from the assistants" area. Without private offices, the assistants worked in a shared space
with partitions between their desks. As she got closer, she spotted Joy in tears.
"Joy, are you okay?" Allison asked softly, her voice full of concern. "What happened?"
Joy quickly grabbed a couple of tissues, trying to dry her tears. "Ms. Allison, I'm... I'm okay..."
Allison pulled a chair over and sat down. "No need to be tough around me. Tellwhat's going on. Maybe | can
help."
Joy's eyes were red, and after a moment, she started to speak through her sobs: "It's nothing major, I just..."
Just then, two colleagues walked by, and Joy, not wanting them to overhear, clammed up instantly.
Allison caught on quickly. "Is it something you can't talk about.
Caught on quickly. "Is it
have plans tonight? Ife?
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about we grab sdinner?"
"No, | don't have any plans."
"Great, pack up, and let's head out for a bite."
Allison picked a barbecue spot she knew Joy would love. The place had an elegant vibe, with dim lighting that
made it feel cozy and intimate. Joy had heard of the restaurant before. It was a bit on the pricey side, with an
average tab running quite high.
"Ms. Allison, isn't this place a bit too expensive?" Joy asked, a hint of embarrassment in her voice.
Allison chuckled, "Don't worry about it, it's my treat. We're friends, so no need to be formal."
After everything that had happened
with the London and Peyton, Allison and Joy had grown closer, their relationship shifting from mere colleagues to
genuine friends.
Joy was still a bit hesitant. "This... this feels a bit much."
"You're feeling down, and as your friend, | want to treat you to a nice meal to lift your spirits. What's wrong with
that?"
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