Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 117: After descending the winding mountain road, Allison headed her car back toward Muisvedo, her attention divided between driving and a phone conversation with the director of the MDH Pharmaceutical Research Institute.

So, you're telling me that The drug is still in the experimental phase.

How much time do we have left, he asked, his voice high with impatience.

If Allison wanted to discover the truth about Kinslee, she first had to find a way to treat his condition.

Alzheimer's.

Miss Clarke, as you know, Alzheimer's research is a difficult path.

We have been working on it for years, but there are no quick solutions.

That said, we have made progress.

The drug is advancing in trials, but it requires more time, the voice on the other end explained cautiously.

Allison knew there were no shortcuts: rushing could have disastrous results.

He couldn't afford to use an unreliable treatment on Kinslee.

After a brief conversation, she ended the call and turned her attention back to the road.

When she finally reached Muisvedo, the warehouse that housed the server loomed before her, hidden in a maze of alleys and parked cars.

As he exited the vehicle, his attention was drawn to a huge electronic billboard across the street.

Its colorful poster advertised a series of comics.

New series by original artist Onyx Jiménez, now on sale! Several young women with megaphones were enthusiastically promoting the latest news.

Nearby, a group of fans was buzzing with enthusiasm.

Onyx Jiménez is incredible.

He's the sexiest comic book artist there is, one of them exclaims.

Yes, and I've heard that he's young - he's barely twenty - and very easy on the eyes.

Plus, her stories are great, another added.

distractions as noise, but something about the

up one of the comics

his expression hardened and his mood changed

back instinctively, feeling the unspoken tension radiating from

the flow, the plot…

the abandoned drafts of his Leswington days, now repackaged under a different

finger traced the

dry laugh escaped

it was an old acquaintance, the editor

cartoonist really is so

a nearby girl, her voice carefree

blinked in surprise

is taking the

a signing

like her work,

mused, putting down

one to rush, but for something as fun as this,

before asking, "Do you know him?" Allison's lips

No.

and pulled a trick like this, there was no

Everything fell into place.

sense that Onix

thought their paths would cross again,

in, demanding answers from anyone

days were

now, her priority was

a steamy shower, and lay on the bed, muttering under

even a little troubleshooting had

task seemed to exhaust her

let her eyes get lost in the moonlight that spilled

drifted to the mountain that awaited her: the battle to help

like a thorn in his side, there was the one person

to get on her

key that would allow him to take

every corner of its

could be left