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.

it in stride

Lloyd.

I'm lucky enough to be able to afford

back, but

worth it,

was like a wolf in sheep's clothing, her capable nature

innocent.

fully aware of the unspoken game

her little bubble,

butler's eyes were wide open, somewhere between

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

.

a fortified apartment in one of the most

understood what was stirring

you may not realize ,

is quite the

and he knew how to cook even before he

suffer hardship, the butler said with

plate, Kellan interrupted, clearing his

go

amused, decided to

So, Mr.

aren't just

working on them since you were barely out of

help but imagine a tiny Kellan, barely able to

standing on

he have made then? He might have been as aloof and aloof

Kellan shook his head.

not really that

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

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

just need… Before he could finish, the pain It hit

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

dropped his fork with