Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 206: You! Devins grin froze, his expression hardening as a surge of rage flared in his chest.

Allison lifted a hand to her head, drawing a shaky breath.

Her voice, thin and wavering, barely carried across the small room.

Stop the theatrics.

Just hand over the photo.

Suddenly, her posture faltered, and she swayed slightly, as if struggling to keep her balance.

Give me the photo, and the moneys yours, she murmured, her tone weak.

With slow, deliberate motion, she cracked open her suitcase, revealing stacks of cash meticulously arranged inside.

Devins eyes locked onto the money, the greed unmistakable in his gaze.

He didnt even try to hide it.

He glanced at Allisons fragile stance, a sly smile spreading across his face as he realized the drug was working.

Alright, Ill give it to you, he chuckled darkly, inching closer.

His hand reached out, fingers grazing her arm as he leaned in.

This café belonged to a friend of his, and Devin knew the private room had hidden cameras.

If he played his cards right, hed walk away with more than just the cash.

Hed have leverage footage that would give him complete control over Allison.

With a smirk, he pulled out the photograph and waved it mockingly.

Relax, Allison.

Youre not looking too well.

you company for a while? We can get comfortable, and

brushed dangerously close to her chest, but then a flash of steel sliced through

could even register what happened, a sharp

in shock, seeing his finger severed on the floor,

the reality to sink in, and

gleaming knife between her fingers with

photo from his trembling grasp, ensuring no blood would

bitch! Devin stammered, his voice a strangled mix of agony and

his uninjured hand, but his strength

as she

bend down to retrieve his severed

could

took

me the whole

but how had she swapped the coffee? Allisons gaze bored into him, cold

I warned you.

and it wont end with

waved the photo tauntingly, then closed the suitcase with a decisive

it might not just be a finger you lose it could be your

almost too calm, sending

it

looked like shed killed before,

frozen in place, paralyzed by

and strode out of the room,

he glanced at the

pain

he snatched up the severed digit, wincing as the

his unsteady hand, he dialed a number on his

money, he growled as soon as

other end was clipped,

you calling me now? This useless man kept bothering her for money when the job

of pain and

me? Im sitting here bleeding, and youre talking about