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.

that the door to the gloomy warehouse

the door,

He pounded

out there Help!

could be heard, conveying

hand must have

stress, it's just a

be anything

fist on the door, his face twisted with

frustration, Colton stubbed his broken finger and agony coursed through him,

she had

Allison scoffed.

he had done was

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

I'm leaving, he said over his shoulder, disappearing into the maze of alleys

another look.

have time to

of someone who knows every nook and cranny, Allison headed to

the worn cement floor, he activated a mechanism and a large machine slowly emerged

against the

greeted her as she fumbled

monitors appeared, like silent sentinels, embedded in

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

mainframe and servers here in Ontdale, Allison muttered to herself, shaking her

down

tinkering, he managed to reactivate most

the central computer would not

long since its last

meticulously disassemble the pieces, moving her hands with the precision of an expert

her task, she lost track of time until a soft

to life and suddenly the walls around her lit up as the monitors showed the image of a pink-haired

with Allison's expression made the

sounded sweet but disturbing:

reboot

appeared on

Confirm, quickly entering her ID

security

as the system began to reboot, the entire