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.

took it in stride and smiled as he responded, Thank

Lloyd.

I'm lucky enough to be able to

smiled back, but his

it, Miss

calm demeanor, Allison was like a wolf in sheep's clothing,

innocent.

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

little bubble,

old butler's eyes were wide open,

had just made an astonishing offer - 30% of the Charisma company, into which he had invested blood, sweat

.

fortified apartment in one of

understood what

you may not realize ,

is quite

a gentleman from the cradle, and he knew how to cook even before he could

him will never suffer hardship, the butler said with a knowing

interrupted, clearing his throat in

don't need to go

amused, decided to

So, Mr.

cooking skills aren't just a rare

been working on them since you

help but imagine a tiny Kellan, barely able to see over the

on tiptoe

been as aloof and aloof in childhood

Kellan shook his head.

really that big of

familiar agony shot through his head like a bolt of lightning splitting

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

pain It hit

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

his