Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 706:

The tension between Gordon and Amya had been palpable as they watched her every move on the surveillance feed. After Allison cut off the earpiece’s power, they had been glued to the monitor. They had watched her pour coffee over herself, adjust the pipes, and even cut her skin, their brows furrowing in unspoken empathy, as if they could feel her struggle.

Allison remained unfazed. “But I made it out, didn’t I?”

“Consider it a temporary escape,” Gordon replied, his frown still evident. “I have a gut feeling that guy hasn’t given up on suspecting you. He’ll definitely keep an eye on you.”

“Yeah, no doubt,” Allison said, her voice steady. “But as long as I stay under the radar for now, his doubts will eventually fade.”

After tidying up and tending to her wound, Allison made her way back to the second basement level. But when she reached her workstation, it was gone — nothing remained, not even the desk.

desk?” she asked one of the nearby researchers, confusion creeping into

basement level hadn’t reached the second, and the researchers went about their business with

office as he continued his work. “You must be

workstation had been moved entirely into Verruckt’s office. What had once been separated by a glass wall was now an open space, placing her

why is my desk here?” she

now on,” Verruckt said, his tone impassive. “Since you broke the microwave, you’ll need to make amends. A cleaner’s wage won’t

said

the mound of papers that cluttered her

is one many would kill for. And don’t worry, the files are numbered. Just sort them

a grin, her expression almost too sincere. Her eyes, however, scanned