Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 205: After Devin was thrown out onto the street like discarded trash, he lay there, attracting a crowd of curious onlookers.

Their whispers buzzed around him, each word a dagger to his pride.

What a disgrace! Above him, Sherman stood tall, looking down with cold disdain.

Filth like you shouldnt even dream of Ms.

Clarke, Sherman sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

If you ever pull this stunt again, youll be taught a harsher lesson.

Devin didnt dare to fight back.

Instead, he nodded frantically, his voice trembling as he groveled.

I was wrong, okay? Please, show mercy! Shame burned inside him, but with the crowd dispersing, Devin scurried into the shadows like a rat.

Clutching the phone number Melany had handed him, his rage simmered.

Allison, if youre going to play dirty, dont blame me for responding in kind, he muttered under his breath, seething.

Once, hed hesitated out of some foolish loyalty to their childhood bond.

But that softness had backfired.

If kindness didnt work, then hed show her just how far he was willing to go to get what he wanted.

Meanwhile, at the company, Allison was busy mixing perfumes, having already forgotten all about Devin.

In her mind, he was nothing more than a coward one who bullied the weak but crumbled at the first sign of resistance.

After today, she figured hed learn his place.

The whole situation was just gossip material to laugh about later.

But just as she was about to pack up for the day, her phone rang.

The number was unfamiliar.

answered without much thought, but froze the moment Devins

youre raking in the

your parents and doing right by them? Allisons blood ran

talking about? Im talking about that photo of your mother the one you used to keep under

Ive got it.

want it back, meet me at Grinders

bring a hundred thousand dollars, or Ill make sure you regret

responded, clenching the phone in her hand, her

she had lost

searching for it, it

had it

Her expression darkened.

knew this was

even a dent in

photo was just the

want more later,

Fine.

back and then deal with him once and

at the secluded café, Allison found it

floor

he was Devin, grinning smugly behind a cup of

gesturing toward

then we can

crooked smile as he slid the cup of coffee across the table,

Fine.

spoon lazily, her

of triumph in Devins eyes didnt

sensed something was off about

the photo? Her words

eyes glinting as he

said, waving the

wheres the money? In the

yourself, Allison replied smoothly, patting

his greed flashing across his face as he imagined the stacks

from his chair, his hunger took