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.

he took it in stride and smiled as he responded,

Lloyd.

enough to be

but his expression

worth it, Miss

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

innocent.

the unspoken game between them, each carefully concealing

her little bubble, oblivious to the changing

wide open, somewhere

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

.

the ante, offering her a fortified apartment in one of

understood what was stirring

Clarke, you may not realize , but

quite

and he knew how to cook even before

never suffer hardship, the butler said

your plate, Kellan interrupted, clearing his

go

amused, decided to

So, Mr.

your cooking skills aren't just a rare

since you were barely

couldn't help but imagine a tiny Kellan,

standing on

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

Kellan shook his head.

not really that big of a

of familiar agony shot through his head like a

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

on without me… I just need… Before he could finish, the pain It hit

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

shocked, dropped his fork