Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 479:

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The man, gripped by excruciating pain, would have screamed, but without a tongue and with blood gushing from his mouth, he fainted, succumbing to the agony.

“I can’t trust anyone else with these documents. The Mafia’s been tailing me lately, and I can’t even tell you how tense things have been,” Gordon said with a sigh. He cast a sharp glance at the wounded men on the ground, silently warning them to stay quiet.

Before they could react, shock overtook their faces. In one swift, fluid motion, Gordon dispatched the suited enforcers, severing their heads cleanly.

Despite the carnage, he continued speaking calmly into his phone, a gentle smile gracing his lips. “So, Allison, I want to deliver the documents to you personally.”

“Alright. Let’s meet at five, then. I’ll wait for you at the café near my office,” she replied in a neutral tone. Although she spoke calmly, a part of Allison felt the pull to head straight to Fleeingland.

of gasping and struggle, mixed with what could be the sound of blood dripping. She remembered Gordon’s mention of the

still being trailed by

darker details from her. Especially in front of Allison, he wanted to prove that he wasn’t the boy he once was. He was grown, capable

from his dagger with one of the dead men’s suit coats, he took meticulous care, leaving it

taken care of,” he assured her with a broad

had arrived early and placed her order at the counter. “Two cappuccinos and a brownie,” she requested,

the doorbell chimed softly. She looked up, expecting Gordon, but her gaze landed on someone else. It wasn’t

latte?” Carole’s voice came. Although Kellan kept a respectful distance, she pretended to be oblivious to this and

and suddenly, the surrounding noise seemed

she and Kellan would be here, perhaps pretending it was a chance encounter. Still, she managed a smile and greeted Allison. “What

and said, “Why don’t we sit by Ms. Clarke? They’ve decorated that table with my favorite flowers,