Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 702:

One by one, the researchers nodded their agreement. “Yes, we did see Alice using the microwave,” one of them confirmed. “But then we left. At that point… she hadn’t left yet.”

Others chimed in, their voices tinged with unease. “Yeah, not long after that, we heard the explosion from the break room.”

“I was scared out of my mind,” Allison admitted, her voice quivering like a leaf caught in a storm. “I was so worried you’d make me pay for the microwave that I bolted back to the cleaning supply room.”

Her voice faltered, and she swallowed hard, her emotions clawing their way to the surface.

“It wasn’t until everything outside went dead silent that I started thinking — maybe I should just fess up. I mean, there’s surveillance everywhere. I knew I couldn’t keep

perfectly reasonable story,” Verruckt remarked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Complete

lies. With a deliberate tap on the microwave’s twisted frame, he

sorry,” Allison mumbled, keeping her gaze fixed on the floor, her demeanor painted

shield. “I’ve only seen it done on TV a couple of times. I had no idea it

time a killer slipped into the lab. Right when the institute suffered not one, but two power outages. And, oh,

voice was as sharp as a knife’s edge, each word slicing through the thin veil

many coincidences,” Verruckt continued, his cold gaze narrowing. “It’s almost as if fate itself is begging

really wasn’t me! Who in their right mind would paint

from her lips in a flood of pleas, yet each one was a calculated nudge, pushing Verruckt to entertain other possibilities. After all, this man had a reputation for finding shadows where none