Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 166: Allison sat bound to the chair, her hands tightly secured behind her back.

The dimly lit wooden cabin creaked with the weight of silence, but despite her captivity, she radiated a calmness that unnerved her captors.

The scarred man, Rugal, growing increasingly agitated by her unwavering composure, yanked the blindfold from her eyes.

You better behave yourself! he snarled.

Allison didnt immediately respond.

She kept her eyes closed for a moment, adjusting to the light.

When she finally opened them, she took her time, her gaze calmly assessing the man in front of her.

Youve trained well, she said with deliberate innocence.

And this place is certainly remote.

But Im curious how did you manage to get guns through airport security? Its usually pretty thorough.

Her voice was light, almost playful.

Maybe you could share some tips? Rugal sneered, leaning closer.

We have connections, unlike you.

We dont have to worry about security! Hed been warned not to trust anything that came from Allisons mouth.

She was known for her cunning.

Yet here she was, caught without a fight.

It all went too well, too easy.

The only thing that stood out was her icy composure.

She showed no fear, not from the beginning, nor at any point since.

Allisons face remained placid, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

Is your boss the leader of the Burned Islands Mafia? she asked casually.

Her question was met with an impatient grunt.

course! And dont try anything

will be here in three

So, Ms.

savor these last moments of

that, itll be hell

in the air, but Allison

the room, her mind working

your boss been watching the whole time? she said softly, tilting her head toward the small surveillance

continued, a mocking

he too ugly to let anyone

untamed beauty flickered across

must be talking about Daniel Navarro, Allison said, her voice dropping to a

on a mission, you should hide your organizations markings? She recalled the tattoo on Damons neck, which looked

years, Daniel, why are you still

but the Burned Islands Mafia

distinctive tattoo reminded her of the vengeance she had sought years ago

Ha, Ms.

as ever! A chilling laugh echoed

Rugals eyes widened.

his neck, realizing his

nearest monitor, stammering, Boss, we didnt mean to… This woman, shes Shut up, came the

flickered to life, revealing a mans

Ms.

his voice

We meet again.

didnt waver as she locked eyes with the man on

scar running like a centipede across

were only a few organizations she had grudges with, and narrowing it down led

second-in-command of

Infamous.

Ruthless.

the man responsible for her

tightened

survivors from

he was,

cold rasp, and the threat

time, Ill make sure

it would take to break you? Or maybe I should offer you to my most loyal

his face were a constant reminder of the suffering hed endured because of