Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 696:

Jareth’s concern shifted back to the gaping wound on his boss’s arm. “Mr. Shaw, you should really get that looked at. An infection in this lab could be deadly.”

The lab was a breeding ground for countless experimental viruses, and even a minor infection could spiral into a disaster. But Verruckt only responded with a dismissive, “Hmm.”

The researchers nearby scrambled to offer bandages and antiseptic, keeping a respectful distance, knowing all too well their boss’s aversion to physical contact. They hovered anxiously, ready to assist but careful not to overstep.

While Verruckt methodically dressed his wound, Jareth ventured a question. “Do you remember anything else about the intruder, Mr. Shaw? Perhaps her voice or her build?”

someone,” he said slowly. “It sounded

out, a crease forming on his

mid-sentence, merely speculating. After all, the timid and quiet Alice seemed an unlikely suspect, yet the resemblance in voice

turned calculating. “Where is

quickened, a bead of sweat forming on his brow. “She should be on the second basement level,” he answered, conveniently forgetting that

wiping the blood from his arm with cold precision. His face was a mask of indifference as He rose to his feet, his expression hardening as he prepared to hunt

place before dropping through the opening, landing with a soft but audible thud. The pain that shot through her ankle reminded her

wasn’t lost on Gordon, who heard it through his earpiece. His voice crackled, heavy with concern.

dust and aged wood wrapped around her like a cloak, oddly reassuring in its predictability. She lowered herself to the floor, exhaustion weighing on