Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 253: Before Colton could react, Allison had already turned her back and walked away.

Under the dazzling flash of cameras, Allison took her place at the top, her victory sealed with a gleaming medal draped around her neck.

The applause was deafening.

Ms.

Clarke is a true prodigy, achieving so much at such a young age! Who wouldve thought wed see a professional-caliber racer emerge here today? Look at the guy next to her Travis, right? Hes still wearing a mask, even during the ceremony.

Whats his story? This race was something else.

Those two competitors who got disqualified went way too far.

I heard the judges not only expelled them but also called the cops.

The prize money was huge, but to stoop so low and almost get someone killed? Thats shameful! They deserved everything they got.

Colton remained frozen, his eyes locked on Allison as she stood in the winners circle.

She had carried herself with poise from the beginning, her cool composure never faltering, even now with the slight frown she wore.

The way she held herself, elegant and self-assured, left no trace of the meek woman she had once been.

He was a storm of emotions, unable to digest the fact that Allison had completely beaten him.

From behind, Melany wrapped her arms around him, her voice soft but laced with worry.

Allison? Though the words seemed like a question, there was

I was terrified.

I wouldve done if

racers, connected to Allison somehow, that messed

out a

youre still

fair, theres

in her voice was as clear as day: something

incident have unfolded during the race? And who but Allison could have been behind it? Yet, deep down, a shadow of

imagined that Allison could be so skilled

seemed unreal! But the loss of the race meant

the other

Yeah.

Maybe.

in his mind,

the race were run again, Allison would still have

peril in that critical moment, but Allison had surged ahead

was unrelenting, her movements precise,

if she had been

it Allison had

skills, honed and sharpened, were unmistakably those

the bitter taste of defeat was hard

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