Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 339: Do you really have the nerve to say that? Allison wasnt sure exactly what Gordon had learned during his tabroad, but his tenacity was undeniable.

Unlike Floyd, who maintained a cool distance, Gordon was the polar oppositewarm, almost suffocating in his persistence.

Taking a deep breath, Allison knew better than to try reasoning with him when he got like this.

Instead, she shifted the conversation.

Lets get back to the topicwhat about Gianna? Gordon obediently settled back onto the sofa.

Gianna... the way her information has been hidden is strange.

Its like an intricate web of false leads, impossible to track.

His fingers tightened around the pendant in his hand, the one he had yet to give her.

As he delved deeper into the details, his usual laid-back demeanor began to shift into something more serious.

I followed trail after trail, only to find they were all decoys, tangled into a mess.

By the tI figured it out, I was miles away from the truth.

For the first time, frustration crept across Gordons face.

It gnawed at him.

Its as if someones watching everything from abovelike a chess master seeing the entire board.

Theyve anticipated every move Ive made, effortlessly steeringoff course.

The more he spoke, the more unsettled he became.

It feels eerily familiarlike something you would orchestrate.

If you hadnt given the order, Id almost think you were behind this.

Allison fell silent, the weight of his words sinking in.

Only someone deeply close to Gianna, someone she trusted completely, could hide her like this.

Her fist clenched involuntarily.

Mom... Was it you? No matter what, I will find you, Allison thought to herself inwardly.

Snapping back to the present, she straightened her posture.

Go ahead and put on your mask.

Blend in at the party so no one grows suspicious.

Okay.

Gordon stood, though his fingers curled tensely.

By the way, boss, can I start calling you Allison in front of others? Itd be more convenient.

The question sounded casual, but the apprehension in his voice was clear.

He feared shed shut him down.

Sure.

Her mind was already miles away, consumed by thoughts of her mother.

After Gordon left, Allison tried to refocus.

As she reached for the door, she heard raised voices drifting through the hallway.

You really ditchedfor a woman? After everything weve been through? And as if blowing all that cash fromwasnt bad enough, you handed over your card too? Ferdinands voice laced with mockery, carried a teasing edge.

I swear, youre finally catching feelings.

I was going to scope her out for you.

Ferdinand sighed tically and continued, But the second you laid eyes on Ms.

Clarke, its like our years of friendship flew right out the window! Then, Allison heard Kellans deep, gravelly voice cutting through.

Scoping her out doesnt mean playing private detective.

Kellan squinted, his gaze narrowing in thought.

I know your intentions are good, but if Ms.

Clarke is hiding something, its because she doesnt want anyone prying into it.

Besides, shes never gone digging into my past.

Allison felt her face flush with embarrassment.

Reflecting on the order she had just given, an odd discomfort crept over her.

How could she have not investigated Kellan herself? It was just that nothing incriminating had surfaced yet.

Ferdinand threw up his hands in resignation.

Alright, alright.

If you trust her that much, Ill stay out of it.

Maybe I should start trusting your instincts too.

Kellan stubbed out his cigarette in a quick, practiced motion.

Its not about trusting my instincts.

Its about giving her the respect she deserves.

Sthings are hidden because theyre wounds.

Digging into old scars doesnt do anyone any good.

After all, the agreement he had with Allison to unearth each others secrets wasnt meant to cause harm.

Ferdinand shot him a mischievous look.

Whats this? Are you starting to catch feelings for her? Kellans expression remained indifferent.

Maybe a little curiosity, he responded coolly.

But respecting someones boundaries has nothing to do with liking them.

Leaning against the wall, Allison had been preparing to slip away quietly when a staff member happened by, nodding in her direction and greeting her in a loud, respectful tone, Good evening, Ms. Clarke! It was no surprise.

After all, Allison had just dropped a staggering forty million at the auction, purchasing a badge.

Her presence naturally commanded respect.

Allison blinked, momentarily caught off guard.

Her sudden appearance hadnt escaped Kellans notice, though he remained unfazed.

Ferdinand, however, shifted awkwardly, looking like a guilty child.

With an awkward cough, Ferdinand tried to recover.

Ah, I didnt expect Ms.

Clarke to be around.

He had no idea how long she had been standing there or whether shed overheard their conversation.

Ferdinand scrambled for an exit from the uncomfortable situation, but Allison merely glanced toward the lounge and, with an air of casualness, said, Oh, no worries. Ive been here listening to your conversation.

Its quite interesting.

Ferdinand froze, utterly stunned.

Was she seriously admitting she had been eavesdropping? Yet her sheer candor left him at a loss for words. Meanwhile, a faint smirk played across Kellans face.