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.

others regained their

before was

Nicholas is right.

got one shot! Yeah, shes just a woman! Theres no way she can

shes stalling! Allison weighed the gun in her

werent wrong there was only one bullet

Nicholas said with a chuckle, licking

now, and

I wont be rough

voice grew darker,

resist… well, deaths a

crawled over her made

had the numbers,

her would not only please their boss, but it

undeniable beauty was just an

moment, Allison appeared to

frustration and

She sighed, seemingly defeated.

kill me? Nicholas, towering over her,

Of course.

I keep my word.

barely contain his

a capable woman, forcing

he ordered, his

placing

her expression one of

hungry, as she stood before him and began

as she moved, revealing a sliver of

sharpened, like a

he ordered, pointing the gun at

compliant look in her

My hands

dont you tie me up yourself? You did

hesitated, momentarily captivated by

giving herself up

he said, stepping