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

Chapter 983: They reached the beauty clinics entrance quickly.

Allison glanced up and took in the building.

It wasnt just a beauty clinic; it was a large plastic surgery hospital.

The sharp, clean lines of the design gave it an air of trustworthiness.

Before they entered the hospital, Allison turned to Kellan and asked, Are you familiar with PUA tactics, Mr.

Lloyd? Yes, Kellan replied with a sigh.

You want me to act like a controlling partner, dont you? Allison blinked, then said, We dont have any other choice.

Kellan smirked.

So, whats my reward afterward, Allison? Well play some of your favorite games, she replied.

Kellan drifted into a memory.

His face, usually so blank, suddenly warmed.

He couldnt help but think back to the secrets Allison had uncovered in the forbidden area before.

Lets go, he said.

They changed their attitudes and walked into the plastic surgery hospital.

Allison acted shy and uncertain as she made her way to the reception desk.

The best stories are at gⱯlnσν????????s․???????????? With a nervous tone, she asked, Excuse me, do you offer plastic surgery here? The receptionist seemed surprised when she saw Allison.

After all, Allisons features were flawless.

She clearly didnt need any surgery at all.

The man behind her, wearing a mask, looked impatient.

Come on, hurry up! Dont waste my time! The receptionist frowned.

So, which one of you is here for surgery? Allison feigned embarrassment and pointed to herself.

Me, Allison said quietly, her voice soft and shy.

My nose isnt defined enough.

I want it to look sharper.

The staff member stared at her nose in disbelief.

It was already perfect, even better than the clinics model examples! At the desk, the two women behind the counter exchanged looks.

They had no reason to turn away a customer.

Of course, well get a doctor for you right away.

The staff member smiled at Allison.

Miss, please fill out this form first.

Allison filled out the form quickly, though most of the details were fake.

She handed it back to the staff member without hesitation.

Here you go.

Alright, Ms.

Clarke, well take you to see the facial analysis specialist.

After she spoke, the staff member glanced at Kellan, who had followed them.

His presence was intimidating.

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