Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 1083:
“Just who is Ms. Clarke? Is there anything in this world she can’t do?” someone murmured in awe.
Another added, “You realize that brooch is worth hundreds of thousands! And the most remarkable part is the design and
craftsmanship.”
“She’s a genius,” someone else exclaimed. “This isn’t just a brooch; it’s a masterpiece!”
The astonishment swept through the crowd, with whispers of admiration and disbelief filling the air.
Even Colton, who stood quietly among the onlookers, couldn’t tear his eyes away from Allison. His mind drifted back to the time
they were together. He had carelessly discarded so many of the things she had given him. Among them was a brooch.
At the time, he hadn’t cared about the effort she had poured into creating each design, every detail painstakingly crafted, stroke

by stroke. The thought hit him like a cold wave. He hadn’t cared.
Now, Colton was in agony. It wasn’t until this moment that he finally realized how deeply he had hurt her, the woman who once
had given all her heart to him. Jealousy and possessiveness consumed him as he watched Kellan stand so confidently beside
Allison.
On stage, Fabian’s enthusiastic voice cut through the room. “Wonderful! This is the most exquisite brooch I’ve ever seen!” The
cracks on the golden cheetah’s head had been repaired so flawlessly that not a single sign of breakage remained. Furthermore,
Allison’s clever addition of jade stripes not only concealed the damage but also enhanced the design.
“I must admit, at first, I thought the repair would fail,” Fabian continued, marveling at the piece in his hands. “A crack that big
would’ve left a visible flaw. But you’ve taken an unconventional approach. Using small diamonds to outline the unrepairable
areas and recutting the design — it now resembles the natural pattern on the golden leopard’s face. It’s a stroke of genius!”
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His admiration for Allison’s expertise in jewelry was evident.
The shimmering diamonds formed a delicate halo around the golden cheetah’s head, giving it an ethereal, almost otherworldly
allure under the banquet hall’s lights.

Fabian turned to Allison, his expression filled with respect and genuine admiration, and extended an invitation to her that
shocked everyone. “Ms. Clarke, would you consider joining my company?”
Allison was indeed eager to join Fabian’s venture, especially after the recent sighting of her mother at the Aröme Tower. Yet, it
quickly became evident that Fabian was referring to another opportunity entirely.
“I was so swept up in excitement that I completely forgot you’re currently part of Charisma Company,” he said, realizing his mix-
up, and smiled gently at Kellan. “I trust you won’t mind, Mr. Lloyd, but I have plans to open a jewelry business in Ontdale, and I’d
love for Ms. Clarke to join us as a special consultant,” he explained. “She can continue her work at Charisma Company, visiting
our new venture occasionally to share ideas and offer insights when her schedule permits.”
Fabian paused, his admiration for Allison clear. “After all, I’ve yet to meet anyone with such raw, remarkable design talent as Ms.
Clarke, and that certainly sparked my enthusiasm.”
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