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 voice

like youre raking in the

your parents and doing

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

Ive got it.

back, meet me

bring a hundred thousand dollars, or

responded, clenching the phone in her hand,

had lost that

upside down searching for it, it had never

Devin had it

Her expression darkened.

this

a hundred thousand dollars wasnt even a dent in her fortune, Devins

photo was just

want more later, no

Fine.

then

at the secluded café, Allison found

the floor

grinning smugly

he purred, gesturing toward the

and then we

he slid the cup of coffee across the table, his fingers lingering on the

Fine.

twirled the spoon lazily, her

of triumph in

sensed something was off about

Her words were

grinned, his eyes glinting as he reached into

waving the photo teasingly before

money? In the

smoothly, patting the sleek black

the briefcase, his greed flashing across his face as he imagined the stacks of cash

his chair, his hunger