Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 790:

“Of course,” Allison said with a curt nod.

She meandered through the banquet hall, her steps slow and deliberate, her curiosity an artful charade. In reality, she was mapping the room, mentally noting the sentinels stationed like chess pieces on a board. As the last drop of her wine vanished from the glass, Verruckt finally made his entrance.

“Is it time for me to start?” Allison asked, her tone brimming with faux enthusiasm.

“There’s no rush,” Verruckt replied, his gaze drifting to her empty glass. With effortless grace, he handed her a champagne flute. “This setting suits you better than the Immortality Group’s cramped quarters, doesn’t it?”

Allison’s lips curved into a resigned smile. “Mr. Shaw, I’ve never been in such opulent surroundings. Luxury, it seems, takes some getting used to.”

a faint gleam, as if mocking the very

cool as winter’s breath. “But it’s all smoke and mirrors. Once you glimpse the filth beneath, the illusion

air. With long, deliberate fingers, Verruckt swirled the champagne in his glass, the liquid

– your

to a velvet murmur, “I won’t show you the dirt. Instead, I’ll unveil

a shadowy edge that set Allison’s nerves on edge. Nothing associated with Verruckt was ever free of madness — it

realization struck like a

media updates. When she had just landed in Vrining, she shared an update that quickly amassed a slew of likes. One comment, though, really grabbed

to the White Stallion

to betray her unfamiliarity. She typed the club’s name into her social media search bar. A cascade of images popped up, each exuding an air of elegance and mystery, suggesting that