Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 163: Allison sat in first class, gently stroking Lornas head.

Lorna, sweetie, it might get a little bumpy when we take off, so put on your headphones.

Dont be scared.

Were here with you, she whispered softly.

Kellan, seated next to them, pulled Lorna into his arms.

His voice was low as he glanced at Allison.

Ms.

Clarke, you must be exhausted from the past few days.

Rest if you can.

Ill keep an eye on things here.

Alright, Ill try to nap in a bit.

Allison didnt refuse his offer.

As she took out a compact mirror to tie her hair, something caught her attention.

Behind her, a few unfamiliar faces came into view.

Years of finely honed instincts kicked in.

While the men appeared ordinary, their fleeting glances and subtle body language triggered warning bells.

A deep sense of danger stirred in her gut.

It was a feeling she had cultivated after witnessing countless battlefields.

Her gaze sharpened, noting their muscular builds and disciplined posture.

One man, as if feeling overheated, casually rolled up his sleeve, exposing a network of scars.

They werent just passengers.

They were professional killers.

heartbeat quickened, but she maintained

were cruising at

any drastic movement could spark a

up slowly, Allison approached

Her eyes darted discreetly toward the

strategically spread throughout the cabin, surrounding

they exuded

were

she took the blanket and handed

Mr.

might get

This will help.

eyes met, and in that brief exchange, Allison subtly gestured with her fingers

catching

but

tightened his grip on Lorna, pulling her

good girl and get some sleep, okay? Allison said

took the blanket from her, and a message

It read: Protect Lorna.

Ill be back soon.

plane again, quickly

passengers;

need to reach the captain, perhaps

take another step,

the cabin as the barrel of a gun pressed against the back

Screams erupted.

spread among the

He has a gun! someone shouted in

get past security? Stop the plane! Please! I want to go home! Panic spread like wildfire

a black tattoo on his neck stepped forward, unfazed by

gun, he fired

The bullets ricocheted off the

clutched his bleeding

of blood ignited the crowds

into a frenzy as everyone realized the brutal realitythey were in the midst of

commotion, Lorna, who had been quietly playing with her

small hands flew to her head, and