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.

inside… we cant

kidnappers making a panicked move sent a chill

in an instant,

without a moments hesitation, made

in two more

them flank from

highway and drive them toward the

we can stop them without

as

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

sweat beading

Yes.

well the depths

anything happened to Lorna, ending up as fish food would

was drowning

been more alert, Lorna wouldnt have been

without

could feel the pressure emanating from

been wound so tight it was a wonder

telltale sign that

Believe me, Mr.

handing over a small bottle of aromatherapy spray she always kept

now is to

those lowlifes have already

the spray, his movements deliberate as

enveloped him, a faint sense

Thank you, Ms.

Clarke.

bulging, as if holding something small was all that

Kellan admitted, briefly closing his

to

figure seemed to sink into

before the sky broke open in

presence beside him, Kellan might have already lost

Dont mention it, Mr.

Lloyd.

a student to me, Allison responded, her eyes

there was a fierce, almost predatory aura

the car with rigid focus, stole

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

like Kellan,