Chapter 89
Estelle slipped her arm through Dillon’s, silently throwing a challenge in Alison’s direction.
Just as expected, Alison’s eyes widened in disbelief, and her eyes quickly turned red with rage.
How dare Estelle?
Dillon, mid–conversation with a business partner, stiffened for a second–but then the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.
He neither looked at Estelle nor shook her off, as if her linking arms with him was the most natural thing in the world.
Even the business partner he was speaking with was visibly taken aback.
He looked from Estelle to Dillon in surprise, before breaking into a smile that was hard to read.
Timothy was also caught off guard and quickly looked away, concern flooding his face as he glanced at Alison.
Sure enough, her eyes were brimming with tears, her expression pitiful and hurt.
He couldn’t help but speak up in her defense. “Estelle is way out of line!”
“They’re still legally married. It’s not wrong for them to act like a couple.” Alison forced a bitter smile, trying to sound composed.
Seeing Alison so upset made Timothy even angrier.
He let out a cold snort.
“If he hadn’t refused to declare that homewrecker legally dead, he would have married you‘ ages ago. I think he just wants to have his cake and eat it too. And you already gave him a kid. Why the hell did you send the child overseas?”
At the mention of the child, a flicker of irritation flashed across Alison’s face, especially with Timothy still ranting.
And now he was trying to force Dillon into something again. She snapped, “I told you to shut up! Are you deaf or just stupid?”
“Alison…”
Timothy stood frozen, staring at her in shock, unable to believe those words had just come out of her mouth.
Alison realized she had gone too far. But she couldn’t figure out how to explain herself, so she turned and ran off.
Timothy just stood there, watching her back as she disappeared.
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She felt like a stranger to him.
Across the room, Estelle noticed Alison running away. With a look of mild disgust, she let go of Dillon’s arm and started to walk off.
But before she could take two steps, a strong arm wrapped around her waist.
Uncomfortable, she tried to squirm free.
Dillon acted like nothing had happened and continued chatting with the business partner, calm and composed.
Furious, Estelle dug her fingers into his side, pinching the soft flesh at his waist.
He winced slightly and let go, finally getting the hint.
The moment she was free, she made a beeline away from him.
The business partner, who had watched the whole interaction, waited until she was out of
earshot before teasing Dillon.
“Mr. Waverly, you and your wife seem very close. We’ve barely heard a thing about her until now. Was she abroad all this time? But I noticed Waverly Group isn’t listed as one of the distributors for the new cancer treatment drug. Any reason for that?”
Dillon didn’t flinch. He answered coolly, “She prefers working independently. There’s no need for us to get involved.”
“Oh?”
Clearly, the business partner wasn’t buying it.
He cast another glance toward Estelle, this time with a more sarcastic edge to his tone. “Funny
I heard Ms. Sawford has a rather close relationship with one of the doctors in the lab she
invested in.”
Dillon’s expression instantly turned cold.
He stared him down. “Mr. Larson, rumors like that aren’t worth repeating. My wife and I are doing just fine.”
“Doing just fine,‘ yet you’re still protecting another woman? Drove your wife to the edge?” Carter thought.
He didn’t say it aloud, but the disdain in his eyes was clear.
It was obvious Estelle didn’t want the Waverly or Sawford families involved in the cancer treatment drug distribution deal. If he cozied up too much to Dillon, she might cut him out entirely.
And as for the past? Maybe average folks bought into the PR spin, but men like him weren’t
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that easy to fool.
Dillon was swimming in scandals. Carter had to tread carefully.
As those calculations raced through his mind, Dillon’s sharp gaze cut straight through him.
He raised an eyebrow, a subtle edge of menace in his voice. “Mr. Larson, are you saying a mi
