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

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

story seemed, the more it reeked of lies. With a deliberate tap on the microwave’s twisted frame, he sneered. “Didn’t you know that metal cans can’t be put in the

mumbled, keeping her gaze fixed on the floor, her demeanor painted with the broad strokes

seen it done on TV a couple of times. I had no idea it wasn’t

convenient,” Verruckt drawled, turning to her with the slow precision of a predator sizing up its prey. “You just happened to blow up the break room. Right at the same time a killer slipped into the lab. Right when the institute suffered not one, but two power outages. And, oh, how curious that your injury

as a knife’s edge, each word slicing through the thin veil of her

almost as if fate itself is begging

their right mind

of pleas, yet each one was a calculated nudge, pushing Verruckt to entertain other possibilities.