Secrets of the Neglected Wife - Chapter 939

Chapter 939:

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“And?” he replied, utterly unfazed. He held her hand as they walked forward. “We’re a couple, aren’t we? Besides, a kiss in the daytime isn’t the same as at night. Night kisses are something else entirely.”

As he spoke, the sunlight streaming through the glass illuminated his shoulders, highlighting his broad frame and narrow waist. He looked like he’d stepped out of a painting—effortlessly captivating.

Allison squeezed his hand in mock protest. “Kellan, you’re deliberately teasing me.”

“Caught me red-handed,” he replied, his grin widening.

Still holding hands, they made their way to board the plane. Before long, the engines roared to life, and the plane lifted off.

Kellan flipped open a newspaper, scanning the headlines with a casual air. “Allison, there’s an article here about Bill and the research institute.”

Hearing that, Allison leaned closer, her eyes skimming the bold type. “So there is.”

The front page screamed of scandal — a research institute fire and the assassination of Mayor Bill Onett.

“The military disclosed that inhumane human experiments were conducted behind the scenes, with Bill as the mastermind behind it…”

Allison skimmed through it. One by one, the rich and powerful involved in human trafficking had been named and shamed, their crimes dragged into the harsh light of public scrutiny.

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On the back page, the upcoming mayoral election took center stage.

Kellan tapped the paper lightly. “Mrs. Blake’s husband will likely take office if everything goes as expected. He’s got the spine to deal with this mess properly.”

Allison, still absorbed in the report, frowned. “It’s interesting how this article focuses entirely on the experiments and Josh, but skirts around the real reasons behind the mayor’s assassination and the research institute explosion. It almost seems to greatly reduce the chances of us being discovered.” Not a single word or image hinted at her involvement.

She turned to Kellan, suspicion clouding her gaze. “Did you have a hand in this?”

Kellan leaned back. “Not entirely. Ferdinand pulled some strings, too. He’s the world’s largest advertiser, after all. His team ensured that this version of the story makes the rounds globally.”

Allison’s lips quirked in a faint smile as she folded the newspaper. “I should’ve known. He’s thorough, I’ll give him that.” She remembered how Ferdinand had covered their tracks back on Burned Islands. “Thank him for me, will you?”

“I’ll pass on the message,” Kellan said, setting the paper aside. Something else seemed to cross his mind, and he added, “By the way, Ferdinand’s been spending a lot of time with your friend lately, the lady from the Green family.”

“Rebecca?” Allison asked, tilting her head.

She’d deliberately kept Rebecca in the dark about her time in Vrining, not wanting to burden her friend with unnecessary worry.

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