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Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 122
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Chapter 122: Turns out I'd learned it before, Allison said, dismissing the compliment with a hint of nonchalance.

Plus, it's part of the job description.

| have no intention of watching the company fall apart as soon as | walk in the door, he joked, gently changing

the subject.

Then he turned the tables with a compliment to Kellan.

Mr.

Lloyd, your company's security system is top-notch.

Even if | weren't here, someone would have noticed sooner or later.

What | did was nothing more than a drop of water.

Kellan sensed her evasiveness, but decided not to interfere.

If she wanted to keep her thoughts to herself, he wouldn't force the issue.

| appreciate your efforts, Miss Clarke.

I'm well aware of what our rivals are capable of this time.

Kellan's expression changed as he pondered something, and he narrowed his eyes as he asked: Miss Clarke, did

you encounter any problems on your first day? Someone gave you a hard time.

The tension in the room increased.

Those present, including Marc, held their breath and looked nervously at the surveillance camera above.

Their earlier argument had been recorded, leaving them no room to deny it.

As they struggled to cup with an excuse, Allison nonchalantly replied, No.

Everyone here knows not to upset their boss.

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They wouldn't wantto complicate their lives, right.

His carefree tone contrasted with the icy gleam in his eyes.

The group exhaled silently, relieved, and their gazes fell to the floor, too apprehensive to meet his gaze.

Kellan waved them off.

Very good.

| have invited you several times to join our team.

If someone crosses the line, | won't let it go.

He smiled, but his words sounded a sharp warning to everyone.

As of now, Miss Clarke is the head of this laboratory.

She has the final say on any personnel changes without needing my approval.

Essentially, Allison had the power to hire or fire at her discretion.

The others flinched at the implication.

Got it! they chanted, their voices barely above a whisper.

Allison reflected that if she couldn't handle this minor matter without Kellan's intervention, her authority would

be called into question.

Fortunately, Kellan understood the unspoken dynamics of the workplace and was confident in her abilities.

Ms.

Clarke, feel free to use the laboratory as you see fit.

Thank you, Mr.

Lloyd.

After exchanging a few more light-hearted words, Kellan left.

The moment he left, Allison's expression hardened and her voice remained cold as she ordered: Everyone to

your posts.

This is the first tyou have left your posts without permission.

If it happens again, | will deal with it according to the rules, and I will not be soft on anyone.

Regardless of her intentions, the team hurried back to their tasks, wary of provoking her again.

He was now their leader and his decisions could change their future.

Shortly after, a young woman in a plaid shirt and bangs entered Allison's office silently, her head bowed.

Allison bowed her head and asked, "What's on your mind?" | just wanted to say sorry, Aimee Williams murmured,

her eyes brimming with regret.

Sorry you didn't say a word before, Allison replied, noting that Aimee had remained silent throughout the

conversation.

previous confrontation.

Aimee shook her head, lowering her voice even further.

Women have it difficult in this field.

| stayed silent, believing their gossip and doubting you.

| should have defended you.

By not saying anything, | becan unwitting accomplice.

| can't find peace without apologizing.

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Allison remained calm.

What good would it have been? Those people are seasoned professionals at stirring the pot.

They will always outshine you with their words.

Even if you had defended me, they wouldn't have believed you and would have even started throwing mud at

you.

Self-preservation is instinctive; You don't have to feel guilty about it.

Aimee's shoulders sagged even more in shame.

After a moment of hesitation, he finally worked up the courage to share something with Allison.

Miss Clarke, there is unrest in the laboratory.

There are cliques that argue over research results or sabotage customers.

His methods are shady.

You have to tread carefully.

Aimee had lost an important client to these tactics when she arrived and was feeling increasingly discouraged as

she spoke.

Allison nodded and gave Aimee a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

| thank you for the notice.

Now, get back to work.

Aimee left in silence, clutching her files.

Allison looked out the window and saw dark clouds gathering on the horizon.

It seemed like a storm was coming.