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

Lloyd.

to

but his expression

worth it,

wolf in sheep's clothing, her capable nature hidden

innocent.

the unspoken game between them, each carefully concealing

little bubble, oblivious to the

old butler's eyes were wide

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

.

now Kellan had upped the ante, offering her a fortified apartment in one of the most dangerous neighborhoods for

understood what

may not realize

quite the

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

will never suffer hardship,

Kellan interrupted, clearing his throat in

to go around saying

amused, decided to tease

So, Mr.

skills aren't just a

working on them since you were barely

help but imagine a tiny Kellan, barely able to

standing on

might have been as aloof and aloof

Kellan shook his head.

that big of

just as the words left his lips, a sudden jolt of familiar agony shot through his head like a bolt

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

finish, the pain It hit him harder, his fists

and his breathing became labored and labored, as if

shocked, dropped his