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

his weight against the door, but the

eyes as she He pounded on the door with

out there Help!

could be heard, conveying a lazy

hand must

don't stress, it's just

shouldn't be

slammed his fist on the door,

vile! In his frustration, Colton stubbed his broken finger

gritted her teeth, knowing that she had

Allison scoffed.

he had done was defend

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

room, I'm leaving, he said over his

another look.

don't have time to

who knows every nook and cranny, Allison headed to a sprawling,

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

fingerprint against the scanner

of dust greeted her as she fumbled

and row after row of monitors appeared, like

the room was a colossal computer, covered in a thin

the mainframe and servers here in Ontdale, Allison muttered to herself, shaking her head as she rolled up her

got down to

he managed to reactivate most of the

computer would not

its last use and was

hesitation, she grabbed a toolbox from the corner and began to meticulously disassemble the pieces, moving her

of time until

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

expression made the scene seem anything but

voice sounded sweet but disturbing: Welcome back

to reboot

appeared on

Allison clicked Confirm, quickly entering

of security protocols, he typed in his

entire room plunged into darkness