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

making a panicked move

turn into chaos in an instant,

a moments hesitation, made the

in two more

them flank

the highway

we can stop them without

as iron, his eyes bloodshot with

between them crackled, thick with unspoken threats, ready to slice through the night and end this pursuit,

nodded, cold sweat beading on

Yes.

the depths of

as fish food would be

drowning in

more alert, Lorna wouldnt have

every word without hesitation, desperate to atone

feel the

wound so tight

sign that his old condition was threatening to

Believe me, Mr.

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

key right now is to

control, those lowlifes have

movements deliberate as he spritzed some on

scent enveloped him, a faint sense of

Thank you, Ms.

Clarke.

the bottle, veins bulging, as if holding something small was all that kept him from

right, Kellan admitted, briefly closing

have to keep

figure seemed to sink into the

the moment before the sky broke open

for Allisons calm presence beside him, Kellan might have already

Dont mention it, Mr.

Lloyd.

a student to me, Allison responded, her eyes

outward calm, there was a fierce, almost

car with rigid focus, stole a glance at her

something about

Kellan, she