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.

he took it in stride and

Lloyd.

enough to be

but his expression was

worth it,

like a wolf in sheep's clothing, her capable

innocent.

unspoken game between them, each carefully concealing

in her little bubble,

butler's eyes were wide open, somewhere

an astonishing offer - 30% of the Charisma company, into which he had invested blood, sweat and years - but Allison had politely rejected

.

had upped the ante, offering her a fortified apartment

what was stirring in

not

quite the

the cradle, and he knew how to

never suffer hardship, the butler

interrupted, clearing his throat

need to go around

amused, decided to

So, Mr.

cooking skills aren't just a

been working on them since

couldn't help but imagine a tiny Kellan, barely able to see over the kitchen

on tiptoe to

been as aloof and aloof in childhood as he seemed

Kellan shook his head.

that

sudden jolt of familiar agony shot through his head

fists, knuckles white from the pressure, and the veins on his forehead stood out as if trying to escape from his

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

and his breathing became labored and labored, as if his body was fighting against an

butler, shocked, dropped his fork with a