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

moments before was quickly replaced by wicked

Nicholas is right.

just a woman! Theres no way she can take all

weighed the gun in

there was only one bullet

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

and Ill

wont

grew darker, eyes flashing with

you resist… well, deaths a

his gaze crawled over her made

numbers,

not only please their boss, but it might also earn them

undeniable beauty was

moment, Allison appeared to

and regret flickering across her

She sighed, seemingly defeated.

you wont kill me? Nicholas, towering over her,

Of course.

I keep my word.

barely

a capable woman, forcing her to

ordered,

herself, slowly placing

deliberate, her

hungry, as she stood before him and began walking toward him,

moved, revealing a sliver of her

like a predator preparing

ordered, pointing the gun

compliant look in

hands

me up yourself? You did say

hesitated, momentarily captivated by

so willingly giving herself up

said,