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.

Lorna inside… we cant take that

of the kidnappers making a panicked move sent a chill

chaos in an instant, with

a moments

two more

them flank from

highway and drive them toward the

people there, and we can stop them

as cold as iron, his eyes bloodshot with

crackled, thick with unspoken threats, ready to slice through the night

nodded, cold sweat beading

Yes.

knew well the depths of

ending up as fish food would

was drowning in

only hed been more alert,

without hesitation,

feel the pressure emanating from

tight it was a wonder

telltale sign that

Believe me, Mr.

reassured him softly, handing over a small bottle of aromatherapy spray she always kept

key right now is

those lowlifes have

spray, his movements deliberate as

a faint sense of calm began to take

Thank you, Ms.

Clarke.

as if holding something small was all that kept

Kellan admitted, briefly closing

have to keep

imposing figure seemed to sink into the shadows around

moment before the sky

not for Allisons calm presence beside him, Kellan might have already

Dont mention it, Mr.

Lloyd.

Allison responded, her eyes

was a fierce, almost

steering the car with rigid focus, stole a glance

there was something about her that commanded distancean unspoken warning to stay

Kellan, she