Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine Read Online Free

Chapter 672: He didnt leave work with me, Allison replied, checking the time on her watch.

But he shouldnt be much longer.

Gordons face fell into a mock expression of disappointment.

And here I thought wed finally gotten rid of him.

What a waste.

Allisons eyes flashed with a warning.

Gordon, hes one of us now.

Keep your jokes in check.

Before Gordon could reply, the elevator doors opened once again.

Kellan stepped out, clearly having heard the last part of their conversation.

Unperturbed, he casually wrapped an arm around Allisons waist as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Didnt realize Mr.

Herbert was so worried about Allison and me, Kellan remarked, a lazy smile playing on his lips.

Dont worry, once were done with all this, Ill treat everyone to a lavish dinner.

Gordon scoffed.

Youd better be ready to spend a fortune, Mr.

Lloyd.

We wont go easy on you.

Thats fine.

The Lloyd familys never been short on cash, Kellan replied smoothly.

But I lack someone like her, Gordon taunted with a sly grin.

Mr.

Lloyd, why dont you hand her over to me? Your next favorite is on gⱯlnσν????????s．????o???? Kellans eyes narrowed, his tone dropping to a low warning.

Youre asking for trouble.

Gordons smirk faltered, but he held his tongue.

Before the banter could escalate into a full-blown argument, Allisons patience snapped.

Enough.

Both of you, save your testosterone for something useful.

If you want to argue, do it outside.

Kellans smirk softened, his aggressive stance melting away.

He intertwined his fingers with Allisons.

My bad.

I shouldnt have provoked the kid, he said, turning to Gordon with a faux-apologetic shrug.

Youre right, Mr.

Herbert.

Gordon shot him a glare but said nothing further.

He was, after all, an adult, and he knew better than to push boundaries when Allison was present.

If she hadnt been there, he might have thrown the first punch.

Nows not the time for that discussion.

We have something more urgent to handle.

Allison produced the fingerprint tape shed collected earlier.

These are the fingerprints of a security guard from basement level one.

His clearance is high enough.

Amya, can you make a copy? Got it, boss.

Amya took the tape and left to get it done.

Good work, Allison.

Gordon, ignoring Kellans icy demeanor, focused on Allison.

With these fingerprints, getting into the lab should be straightforward, right? .

.

.