Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 703:

From his elevated stance, Verruckt dissected her every movement with the precision of a scalpel. The fragile woman before him bore no resemblance to the assassin who had fought him tooth and nail in the laboratory. And her logic was hard to dismiss.

All the evidence stacked against her felt too convenient, like a poorly written story where the villain wore a neon sign. But convenience was a double-edged sword. It could be the truth or a well-crafted lie.

The break room hung heavy with silence, broken only by the rhythmic drip of water somewhere nearby, each drop a quiet punctuation to the growing tension. Confusion sat on everyone’s faces like an unwanted guest, leaving them unsure whether to breathe or brace for impact.

“Make me believe you.” Verruckt’s voice cut through the quiet like frost on a spring morning. “Take off your clothes.” He recalled that both of them had been somewhat wounded in his recent battle with the assassin, albeit the obvious wound on her arm could be concealed.

lowering their heads and gasping

composed as

the Verruckt he knew. In the past, suspicion alone was enough to end a life; innocence was rarely a currency accepted in his court. Yet, here he was, offering an opportunity unheard of — a lifeline that

long ago: Alice had been granted an exception. Now, a second one was handed down with

her tears and spoke with

his words deliberate

a trembling breath, she

a grim testament to recent chaos. From her arms to her

sharp eyes roved over her, his