Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 92: Allison had thought a lot about her decision to live near Muisvedo.

If he really wanted to revive the hacker network, this was the right place.

However, with all the danger and shadows clinging to that world, the last thing he wanted to do was drag Rebecca into it.

The smart thing to do was rent a place nearby, preferably from someone you trusted, to make sure nothing was known about your presence.

Kellan raised an eyebrow.

Muisvedo Sure it's lively, but it's also a madhouse.

Not exactly a safe haven.

Muisvedo was the liveliest neighborhood in Ontdale, full of laughter and music during the day, but transformed into a playground for all kinds of people at night.

The sheer mix of people, especially those linked to the underworld, made it a breeding ground for danger and unpredictability.

But, Kellan added with a satisfied smile, I have an apartment there.

Security is top notch, so your safety is covered.

If you're interested.

.

.

And the rent, Allison joked, smiling playfully.

I have to see if I can afford it.

Kellan shrugged nonchalantly, almost theatrically.

Three hundred a month.

The usual price.

Allison didn't know the details of the apartment, but she knew perfectly well that any Kellan property would be worth much more.

was obvious, but he took it in

Lloyd.

enough to be able to afford

back, but

worth it, Miss

Allison was like a wolf in sheep's clothing,

innocent.

and Kellan were fully aware of the unspoken game between them,

lost in her little bubble, oblivious to the changing dynamics around

butler's eyes were wide open, somewhere between astonished and

offer - 30% of the Charisma company, into which he had invested blood, sweat and years -

.

the ante, offering her a fortified apartment in one of

butler quickly understood what

may not

is quite the

the cradle, and he

marries him will never suffer hardship, the butler said with

plate, Kellan interrupted, clearing

to go around saying those

amused, decided to

So, Mr.

cooking skills aren't just a rare

since you were barely out

imagine a tiny Kellan, barely able to

on

have made then? He might have been as aloof and aloof in childhood

Kellan shook his head.

not really that

lips, a sudden jolt of familiar agony shot through his head like a bolt of lightning splitting

fists, knuckles white from the pressure, and the veins on his forehead stood out as

of you… go on without me… I just need… Before he could finish, the pain It hit him harder, his fists clenching as if he could physically crush the

to sweat and his breathing became labored and labored, as if

dropped his fork