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.

the door to the gloomy warehouse had

against the door,

reflected in Melany's eyes as she He pounded on

out there Help!

Allison's voice could be heard,

hand

it's just a

shouldn't be

the door, his face twisted with

stubbed his broken

her teeth, knowing that she had once again fallen into Allison's

Allison scoffed.

thing he

had defending oneself become a sin? Amateurs like them had no business following someone out of

just an empty room, I'm leaving, he said over his shoulder, disappearing into

another look.

have time

knows every nook and cranny,

worn cement floor, he activated a mechanism and a

fingerprint against the scanner and the heavy door

wave of dust greeted her as she

flickered and row after row of monitors appeared, like silent sentinels, embedded in sleek, well-maintained

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

down to

moments of tinkering, he managed to reactivate

central computer would not

too long since its last use

to meticulously disassemble the pieces, moving her

task, she lost track of time until a soft

up as the monitors showed the

made the scene seem anything

voice sounded sweet but disturbing: Welcome back

to reboot the hacker

appeared on the

Allison clicked Confirm, quickly entering her ID

of security protocols, he typed in

the system began to reboot, the entire room plunged into darkness with