Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 348: I thought they were long gone, wiped out, but theyre still crawling back, trying to wrest control of Hackers World from me.

Allisons voice was cold, the frost in her tone unmistakable.

Though Kellan and Ferdinand had done a thorough job cleaning up the mess last time, Allison knew all too well that the true puppet master behind the scenes had yet to reveal themselves.

Rather than sit back and wait for the next ambush, Allison believed it was wiser to strike first.

Gordon immediately caught on to her unspoken plan.

Do you need someone to take care of it? If you find them, kill them.

All of them.

Understood.

There wasnt a hint of hesitation in Gordons response.

He didnt flinch at Allisons blunt, cutthroat approach.

In fact, it made him chuckle.

Cobweb pulled in seven billion last year.

Folks in Vrining have been throwing big money around for insider intel, but last months profits took a bit of a dip… Gordon had a mind like a steel trap when it came to numbers.

He was sharp, and every digit danced at his fingertips.

His voice, however, still carried that telltale rasp of someone teetering on the edge of adolescence.

When Gordon got serious, he was an entirely different person intensely focused, every trace of his usual carefree demeanor gone.

Allison kept the conversation light, even though a good chunk of that seven billion had already been funneled into various operations and investments.

As the wine in their glasses dwindled, so did the thread of their discussion.

slur, his words losing their logic as a flush

like you… Gordons behavior shifted

strange, to

would tilt his head with that signature lopsided grin, murmuring how much he liked Allison, his eyes

Allison

guiding him to the

charm, Gordon was still

height made him a challenge to support as he leaned heavily on

was nuzzle into the crook of her neck, rubbing his cheek against her skin and humming like a content but

really overestimated your drinking skills, she muttered under

Allison dropped him onto the

could handle

he was completely

because he was drunk, he

that Gordons shirt had come

the alcohol, made his

lashes trembling as if

Please… dont leave me.

Im not going anywhere.

Im right here.

but find Gordons plea somewhat

drunk, his eyes sparkled as though they were catching every glimmer of

a helpless laugh, she reached out and ruffled his hair,

Youre drunk, Gordon.

him look more like a disheveled puppy

paired with his messy hair,

she called for the head

Gordons on the rooftop.

take care of him

Right away.

Allison