Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 170: Kellan and Allison stumbled through the dense forest, but the Mafias reinforcements were closing in much faster than they had anticipated.

Watch out! Kellans warning came just as a cold breeze rustled through the leaves, lifting Allisons dark hair.

He felt it too a prickling sensation of impending danger.

His pupils narrowed, and without thinking, he pulled her into his arms.

They hit the ground, rolling behind a massive tree just as bullets tore into the trunk, splintering the bark.

The thugs were closing the gap fast.

In the thick woods, only moonlight pierced through the canopy, casting silver slivers of light across the uneven path.

Bushes and tree branches created a maze of shifting shadows, concealing their movement.

The thugs now moved cautiously, their steps deliberate and measured, hesitant to rush in without being sure of their target.

Spread out.

Keep your eyes peeled.

Damon and Rugal have already been killed by them.

These two cant be far, a red-haired man ordered coldly.

Allison stilled, barely daring to breathe, feeling the solid strength of Kellans arm around her.

Footsteps crunched on the dry leaves, getting closer with each passing second.

The scent of the sea drifted through the cool air.

She whispered, her voice barely a breath, The coast isnt far.

Theres a boat.

long

point, they could see that several thugs had already blocked

were fanning out, leaving

only a matter of minutes before

away, Kellan said firmly, his tone leaving no

and take out the guards at the

buy you the

for me

wasnt the

dont do anything

lines about dying together had

was through risk, and they both knew

gave him a tight nod and vanished into

shadows, not feeling abandoned,

always delivered

a trust born

life-or-death crisis, they knew they were in it

Kellan slowly stood.

heard in the stillness of

though not a shout, carried

footsteps rushed toward him

rose slowly, but his expression

it all on

down by the coast, a short man with fiery red hair paced impatiently, flicking ashes from his cigarette

tugged his worn leather jacket tighter, clearly irritated by

Damon and Rugal were useless, dead

slip right

bunch

man grunted in agreement, adjusting his