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.

with Lorna inside… we cant take

kidnappers making a panicked

in an instant, with Lorna caught in the

moments hesitation, made the

in two more

them flank

the highway and drive them toward the

we can stop

was as cold as iron, his eyes bloodshot

unspoken threats, ready to slice through the night and end this pursuit, one way

nodded, cold sweat beading on

Yes.

well the depths of

as fish food would be the

was drowning

hed been more alert, Lorna wouldnt

Kellans every word without

feel the pressure emanating from

been wound so tight it was a wonder he hadnt

temples, a telltale sign that his old

Believe me, Mr.

be safe, Allison reassured him softly, handing over a small bottle of aromatherapy

now is to stay

control, those lowlifes have

deliberate as he

faint sense of calm began to

Thank you, Ms.

Clarke.

fingers clenched around the bottle, veins bulging, as if holding something small

Kellan admitted, briefly

to keep my

to sink into the shadows around him, the air in the

like the moment before the sky

not for Allisons calm presence beside him, Kellan

Dont mention it, Mr.

Lloyd.

than just a student to me, Allison

calm, there was a fierce,

focus, stole a glance at

striking, but there was something about her that

Kellan, she