Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 171: Allison didnt just move she stepped directly onto the corpses wrist.

Werent you just looking for me? she asked, now holding a freshly acquired silver handgun.

With a flick of her foot, she kicked the lifeless body of the red-haired man aside.

Everything had happened in under two minutes.

The man whose neck she had snapped was already sinking into the cold seawater.

Allison raised the gun, her expression unreadable.

Whats the matter? Why are you backing away now? The men were frozen, shocked by what they had just witnessed.

Under the pale moonlight, Allison moved with the deadly precision of a trained assassin.

One of them reached for his gun, trying to be discreet.

But Allisons voice cut through the silence.

Dont do it, she said calmly.

Your hand is wandering where it shouldnt be.

Do you want to be the next to die? Her tone was steady, almost casual, but it sent a cold shiver down his spine.

Nicholas Garza, a man with a face full of freckles, suddenly sneered, his expression twisting into something vicious.

Dont let her fool you! he spat, his eyes gleaming with malice.

That guns only got one bullet left.

His gaze slid over Allisons face, lingering indecently.

You messed with the wrong people, lady.

No matter how good a shot you are, you can only kill one of us.

After that, well make sure you regret it.

the others

just moments before was quickly

Nicholas is right.

shot! Yeah, shes just a woman! Theres no

shes stalling! Allison weighed the gun

wrong there was

doesnt suit someone like you, Nicholas said with a chuckle, licking his lips as

and Ill be

wont be

darker, eyes flashing with

if you resist… well, deaths

way his gaze crawled over her

had the numbers,

their boss, but it might also earn them a

beauty was just an

a moment, Allison

bit her lip, frustration and regret flickering

She sighed, seemingly defeated.

surrender… you wont kill me? Nicholas,

Of course.

I keep my word.

could barely contain his

capable woman, forcing her to submit,

the gun, he ordered, his voice thick with

placing

were deliberate, her expression one of reluctant

watched, his eyes hungry, as she stood before him and began walking toward him, hands raised

moved, revealing a sliver of her

gaze sharpened, like a

he ordered, pointing the gun

a compliant look in

hands

dont you tie me up yourself? You did say

captivated

of her so willingly giving herself up made him

said, stepping