Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 101: Allison grabbed the drunk by the collar and effortlessly tossed him into a trash can, as if throwing away a crumpled piece of paper.

He slammed the lid shut and, almost as if to ensure there was no chance of escape, placed a heavy stone on top.

He dusted off his hands and looked at the bucket one last time, his expression scornful.

His movements had been so fluid, so instinctive, that they almost seemed rehearsed.

Some people should think twice before biting off more than they can chew, he said, his voice soft but sharp, like broken glass.

The comment was clearly directed at Colton and Melany, who were lurking in the shadows.

Unfortunately, neither of them caught the warning.

Colton froze, realizing that the problem was not the incompetence of his men, but Allison's sheer, relentless strength.

But at this point, I was in too deep.

Turning back now would be like abandoning ship in the middle of a storm.

So, with Melany at his side, he continued to follow Allison, only to see her slip through the entrance of an old, decrepit warehouse, disappearing as if she had been swallowed up in the darkness.

Melany hesitated, a growing unease in her voice.

Colton, I don't like this.

The place looks like a death trap, and now Allison has vanished into thin air.

Colton frowned as he took in the dilapidated surroundings.

Calm down.

It has to be close.

Stay calm.

He couldn't understand how someone like Allison had eluded them so easily.

Just as he began to retrace his steps, the sudden click of a lock echoed behind them.

Click.

door to

weight against the door,

Melany's eyes as she He pounded on

there Help!

the other side, Allison's voice could be heard, conveying a

hand must

stress, it's

be anything inside,

the door, his face

you are totally vile! In his frustration, Colton stubbed his broken finger and agony

teeth, knowing that she had once again

Allison scoffed.

thing he had done was

a sin? Amateurs like them had no business following someone

room, I'm leaving, he said over his shoulder, disappearing into the maze of alleys without dedicating himself

another look.

have time to follow

the ease of someone who knows every nook and cranny,

worn cement floor, he activated a mechanism and a large machine slowly emerged from the wall, its iron

his fingerprint against the scanner and

greeted her as she

of monitors appeared, like silent sentinels, embedded in sleek,

center of the room was a colossal computer, covered in a thin layer of

why the Master insisted on burying the mainframe and servers here in Ontdale, Allison muttered to herself, shaking

got down to

few moments of tinkering, he managed to reactivate most

the central computer would not

its last use and was in urgent need of

corner and began to meticulously disassemble the pieces, moving her hands with the precision of an

lost track of time until a soft beep broke the

came to life and suddenly the walls around her lit up as the monitors showed

Allison's expression made the scene

voice sounded sweet

to reboot the

message appeared on the

clicked Confirm, quickly entering her ID

maze of security protocols, he typed in

began to reboot, the entire room plunged into darkness with a sudden