Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 173: Kellan was now a pawn in their game, held hostage, and the group of men flanking Carlos was far from the petty criminals like Nicholas and his evil associates.

No, these men were seasoned killers, professionals through and through.

A sea of black gun barrels was leveled toward Allisons head.

No matter how fast you try to run, even if you make it to the yacht, this man will be slow-cooked by our hands! I dont think youd want to bear witness to that kind of suffering, now would you? he sneered, his voice dripping with smugness.

So, Ms.

Clarke, why not make this easy on yourself? Maybe, if our boss doesnt get rid of you, I might chase you myself.

Women like you fiery and stunning are a rare breed.

Allisons face remained stoic as she wiped the blood from her face with a calm, deliberate motion.

Even on a good day, I wouldnt give someone like you the time of day.

But the idea of you hitting on me now, under these circumstances, makes my skin crawl, she replied icily.

I despise threats.

She didnt flinch or falter.

Fear was a language she didnt speak.

Allison was the kind of person who, when threatened, preferred to struggle rather than submit.

Before Carlos or his men could make sense of her words, Allison revealed a set of explosives in her hand, like a magician pulling a deadly trick from a hat.

Looks like the real choice is yours! she said with a wry, almost mocking smile.

She lifted the explosives higher for effect.

me, or release him!

mask slipped, if only

womans out of her damn mind! His men, meanwhile,

we do? Those are real! one of

blown to hell! Is she serious? Carlos snapped at them, Shut up! His

he quickly

You wont do it.

Youre bluffing.

leverage, and you wouldnt throw your life away for

cracks in her facade, any sign that she was

eyes were cold, detached, as though death was nothing but a passing

fists clenched at

like us dont throw away our

pin, and we all die,

believe Allison would

her finger

story ends

yours! Her voice held a dangerous edge as she added, I

the group like a lioness

you five seconds to

that, your time

A bead of sweat

gambling with his life now he was placing everyones

He weighed his options.

for the man, or worse, just to

now

escaped, Carlos was dead

continued, her voice never

teeth, not about