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.

but

were cruising at an altitude of

wasnt an option, and any

Allison approached

blanket? Her eyes darted

spread throughout

menace they exuded

were

practiced ease, she took the blanket and handed it to Kellan, her tone

Mr.

Lorna might

This will help.

Allison subtly gestured with her fingers toward

furrowed, catching the silent

change, but understanding

his grip on Lorna,

a good girl and get some sleep, okay? Allison said with a

from her, and a message appeared on his

It read: Protect Lorna.

Ill be back soon.

plane again,

passengers; any confrontation would

reach the captain, perhaps using the restroom

she could take another step, the men

the barrel of a gun

Screams erupted.

spread among the

a gun! someone shouted

get past security? Stop the plane! Please! I want to go home! Panic spread like wildfire as people scrambled toward the back of the

man with a black tattoo on his neck

he fired

The bullets ricocheted off the walls, one grazing

his bleeding

of blood ignited the crowds deepest

cabin descended into a frenzy as everyone realized the

playing with her figurine, was startled by

hands flew to her head, and