Secrets of the Neglected Wife - Chapter 478

Chapter 478:

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Kellan’s eyes lifted to meet Ferdinand’s, the gaze so cold that it could have frozen fire.

Let go?

That thought had never even crossed his mind.

Noticing Kellan’s simmering demeanor, Ferdinand quickly waved his hand dismissively. “Well, I’ve got other matters to attend to, so I’ll be leaving now.”

He understood Kellan’s temperament all too well. That look on his face was a clear warning. No one in their right mind would dare to provoke him when he was like this.

With a definitive bang, Ferdinand slammed the door behind him, leaving the room steeped in silence. Kellan slumped forward, elbows resting on his knees, his head bowed low, his face obscured in shadow.

Meanwhile, at the company, Allison made use of every free moment to monitor the progress of the perfume development. After finishing her lunch, she made her way to the break room. Lately, she had been swamped with work, and her hectic schedule left her sleep-deprived. Coffee had become her lifeline, keeping her awake and focused.

As the coffee machine whirred to life, her phone lit up with an incoming call.

“Hey, Allison, I couldn’t track down the trader associated with the black market,” Gordon said, frustration lacing his voice. He had arrived too late, only to find that all traces of the person had been carefully erased, as if someone powerful was orchestrating events from the shadows.

“That’s alright,” Allison replied, her demeanor calm. She had braced herself for this outcome and hadn’t fully expected Gordon to succeed. “Do you have any other leads?” she inquired.

“Yes, I uncovered additional information about the earrings and Fleeingland. Alongside the earlier revelation that your mother might still be alive, it seems the earrings were a gift from her to someone,” Gordon informed her.

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He knew well that Allison had spent years obsessively searching for her long-lost mother. With this in mind, he earnestly shared the significant findings, hoping to provide her with some comfort. “All indications suggest she is alive, but her location remains deeply concealed.”

Gordon reported this while casually perched on an open-air platform, despite the precarious drop behind him. He bent one knee nonchalantly, his relaxed posture in sharp contrast to the intensity of their conversation. “So, did I manage to help you?”

“Yes, you did an excellent job,” Allison replied without hesitation, recognizing the pride in his voice. Gordon’s smile widened with satisfaction.

However, just behind him, a few battered men lay crumpled on the ground, their faces swollen and bruised, smeared with a disturbing mix of mud and blood. “So, Allison… can I come to see you?” Gordon asked, his voice taking on a more sinister tone as he casually approached one of the fallen men. He placed his polished black shoe on the man’s hand, applying just enough pressure until there was a sickening snap.

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