Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 257: On the highway, a black sedan tore through the traffic.

Lornas eyes fluttered open.

Her vision was blurry at first, but as the scene before her came into focus, she gasped.

Her eyes widened instinctively, but no sound escaped her lips.

Her mouth parted as if to scream, but no sound emerged.

She was like a marionette, her strings cut, her limbs powerless.

Listen, kid, growled a man in a baseball cap, his voice gruff.

If you want to leave here alive, I suggest you keep quiet! He pulled his cap lower, shielding his face from the fading light of the sunset.

Then, noticing the car gaining on them in the rearview mirror, his frown deepened into a scowl.

This is off.

No way they shouldve caught up that fast.

We didnt leave anything behind, right? The lean man next to him snorted derisively, flicking his fingers as if dismissing a bothersome fly.

Whats the big deal? Worst-case scenario we go down swinging.

He opened the glove compartment and retrieved a small handgun.

Were dealing with the Lloyds.

Of course, theyd come after us.

But itll be dark soon, and even if they keep tailing us, they wont make a move.

Dont forget, were on a highway with so many cars around.

One wrong step, and the girls finished.

In the car following close behind, the tension hung thick in the air, as heavy as the stillness before a storm.

Allison leaned forward, narrowing her eyes at the sedan ahead.

Mr.

Lloyd, youve set up a roadblock up ahead, but with traffic this thick, one crash and itll be a disaster.

we

kidnappers making a panicked move sent a chill down her

an instant, with Lorna caught

a moments hesitation, made the

two

flank

force them off the highway and drive

we can stop them without

was as cold as iron, his eyes bloodshot

slice through the night and end this pursuit,

nodded, cold sweat

Yes.

knew well the

up as fish food would

drowning in

been more alert,

word without hesitation, desperate to atone for

feel the pressure emanating

tight it was a wonder he hadnt

temples, a telltale sign that his old condition was

Believe me, Mr.

Allison reassured him softly, handing over a small bottle

right now

lose control, those

his movements deliberate as he spritzed

him, a faint sense of calm

Thank you, Ms.

Clarke.

the bottle, veins bulging, as if holding

right, Kellan admitted,

have to

figure seemed to sink into the shadows around him, the air in the car thickening, heavy

the moment before the sky broke

it not for Allisons calm presence beside him, Kellan

Dont mention it, Mr.

Lloyd.

than just a student to me, Allison responded, her eyes fixed on the black

a fierce, almost predatory

car with rigid focus, stole

was undeniably striking, but there was something about her that commanded distancean

Kellan, she