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.

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.

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.

in stride and smiled as he

Lloyd.

to be

back, but

it,

like a wolf in sheep's clothing, her

innocent.

and Kellan were fully aware of the unspoken game

little bubble, oblivious

were wide open, somewhere

the Charisma company, into which he had invested blood, sweat and years - but Allison

.

the ante, offering her a fortified apartment in one

quickly understood what was stirring

you may not realize

quite the

he knew how

suffer hardship, the butler said with a knowing

clearing

go around saying

amused, decided to

So, Mr.

cooking skills aren't

since you were barely

a tiny Kellan, barely able to see over the kitchen

on tiptoe to

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

Kellan shook his head.

that big of

of familiar agony shot through his head like

knuckles white from the pressure, and the veins on

could finish, the pain It hit him harder, his fists clenching as if he

labored and labored, as if his body was fighting

butler, shocked, dropped his fork with