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Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 428
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Chapter 428: ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ ☐ "I need assistance. Bring a few people over,” Allison said calmly, hanging up the phone after providing the address.

Turning to Keanu, she reassured him with a soft smile. "Don't worry, he'll be here soon." Skepticism filled the air, especially from Louis, who couldn't hide his disdain. He scoffed at her words. “Ms. Clarke, are you going to tell us later that the master had something urgent and couldn't make it?" Allison responded with a sarcastic smirk. "I didn't know you were psychic, Mr. Sugden. If you are, maybe you should've predicted your own incompetence before dragging your team here." Louis fell silent, his face flushing with frustration. He was embarrassed, and if it weren't for his pride, he might have cursed her right then and there. Instead, he swallowed his anger, saying nothing more, waiting for the moment when Allison would make a fool of herself.

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Tpassed quickly, and soon, thirty minutes had gone by. Melany, unable to hold back any longer, grew visibly restless. Her brows furrowed in irritation. "Allison, we don't have tfor your little games. Every minute matters for the restoration. Stop wasting time." She was sure that Allison was bluffing to save face and saw this as her chance to humiliate her. "If you can't handle the restoration or don't even know Mr. Astley, just admit it. Keanu may care about you, but this is too important to—” Before Melany could finish her jab, the sound of footsteps echoed outside the courtyard.

The group turned in surprise as the butler entered, leading a large team toward the pavilion. At the front of the group was none other than Roderick himself, the very man Louis had been talking about earlier.

The middle-aged man was still wearing his traditional tunic, stained with streaks of paint, clearly in a rush and without tto change.

"Mr. Astley... is that really you?" Louis asked, his disbelief turning to excitement. He stepped forward eagerly to greet the master. "We've been calling you all day! Finally, you've arrived." Even Colton stretched out his hand, ready to introduce himself. "Mr. Astley, I'm the one who contacted you about restoring my grandfather's-" But before he could finish, Roderick walked straight past him, his attention fixed solely on someone else. He ignored everyone as he approached the desk, his eyes locked on Allison, filled with emotion.

"Master Clarke..." Roderick's voice trembled slightly. "I never expected you to contact me. I've been waiting for this moment for so long." He clasped Allison's hand with genuine emotion, his gratitude overflowing.

If it hadn't been for Allison's guidance, he knew he would have destroyed a priceless national treasure during his early days. To him, Allison was more than just a colleague; she was a mentor, someone who had shaped his career. His heartfelt words left everyone in stunned silence, their jaws practically on the floor.

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"Did I hear that right? Mr. Astley called her master?"

"Someone slap me, I must be dreaming." The contents on om novelenglish.net!

"Mr. Astley's known for being eccentric, but Ms. Glarke Ms. actually got him to chere."

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