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 crept up his

Gordons behavior shifted when he

to

tilt his head with that signature lopsided grin,

to Allison that

guiding him

youthful charm, Gordon was still

to support as

of her neck, rubbing his cheek against her skin and humming like a content but

drinking skills, she

grunt, Allison dropped him onto

assumed that he could handle his liquor

he was completely out of

he was drunk,

she noticed that Gordons shirt had come undone

from the alcohol, made his lean figure

long lashes

Please… dont leave me.

Im not going anywhere.

Im right here.

find Gordons plea somewhat

as though they were catching every

she reached out and ruffled his hair,

Youre drunk, Gordon.

his hair into a tousled mess, making him look more like a disheveled

sight of his flushed face, paired with his messy

for the head of

Gordons on the rooftop.

of him

Right away.

a blanket, Allison finally allowed herself