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.

an odd noise in the background—a faint sound of gasping and struggle, mixed with what could be the sound of blood dripping. She remembered Gordon’s mention of the Mafia

being trailed by the

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 of handling danger

one of the dead men’s suit coats, he took

care of,” he assured her with a broad

days later, the café was filled with soft music, creating a relaxed, tranquil atmosphere. Allison had arrived early and placed her order at the counter. “Two cappuccinos and a

chimed softly. She looked up, expecting Gordon, but her

Kellan kept a respectful distance, she pretended to be oblivious to this and was overly warm. Kellan didn’t reply. Instead, he turned and met Allison’s gaze from across

the surrounding noise seemed to

Kellan would be here, perhaps pretending it was a chance encounter. Still, she managed a smile

we sit by Ms. Clarke? They’ve decorated