Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 424:

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Beneath her traditional dress, bruises from yesterday’s beating ached, a secret she hid well. The dress was supposed to impress Keanu, but now it felt more like armor — a mask to hide her shame.

She despised Allison. She hated her with all her body and soul. No matter what she did, Allison always seemed one step ahead, leaving her trapped in her shadow.

“I’m curious, Allison — do you really think your skills surpass Mr. Sugden’s? Are you so confident you can find his mistakes?”

The challenge was as sharp as broken glass, designed to cut deep.

Louis, not one to be left out, chimed in with a mocking grin. “Exactly. We can restore sixty percent of the painting. So, Ms. Clarke, what can you do? Seventy? Maybe eighty?”

her, but Allison didn’t flinch. Not even an inch. Her eyes remained steady, calm, and

Bang!

came down hard on the table, rattling the objects

had shattered something inside him. “What did you just say? Ninety-five?! Now that’s rich!

certainty that the woman standing before him was lying through her

one,” Louis declared, the memory vivid in his mind. “He worked tirelessly for seven days and nights. Even then, he only managed to restore about

a clear implication — how could Allison, this seemingly ordinary woman, possibly outdo one of the most renowned restorers in the world? But Allison didn’t flinch. Instead, she met his stare with a cool, unwavering gaze. “So?” she asked, her tone sharp as a scalpel. “Can’t you do

and Louis felt his face burn

had the kind of talent FrameMaker did, he wouldn’t

Out

best,” he hedged, his voice losing some of its earlier bravado. “I’m no FrameMaker,

She could see right