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

they were cruising at an altitude of at least thirty

and any drastic movement could spark

up slowly, Allison approached a flight

I get a blanket? Her eyes darted discreetly toward

seats were strategically spread throughout

they exuded was

men were here

and handed it to Kellan, her tone

Mr.

might get

This will help.

that brief exchange, Allison subtly

catching the silent

change, but understanding passed between

grip on Lorna, pulling her

and get some sleep, okay? Allison said with a

and a

It read: Protect Lorna.

Ill be back soon.

again, quickly calculating

too many passengers; any

need to reach the captain, perhaps

step, the men behind her

through the cabin as the barrel of

Screams erupted.

spread among the

He has a gun! someone shouted in

the plane! Please! I want to go home! Panic spread like wildfire as people scrambled toward the back of the

tattoo on his neck stepped forward, unfazed

gun, he fired two

bullets ricocheted off the walls, one

bleeding cheek, trembling in

sight of blood ignited the crowds deepest

realized the

Lorna, who had been quietly playing with her figurine, was

hands flew to her head,