Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 503:

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Once Amya was safely on her way, Allison moved with purpose toward a small side room to change, mentally preparing herself for the gamble ahead.

In the dim light of the casino, a woman in a sleek black miniskirt leaned against the table, resting her chin on one hand. Her hair flared in bold red curls, and her lips were painted a deep, striking crimson. She was mesmerizing—like a deadly poppy, beautiful yet perilous.

“Ms. Prescott,” Fay stammered, clutching her injured arm, “that woman, Scarlet Snake… she’s refusing to hand over the apartment.”

She stumbled closer, but before she could reach Amor, a tall, muscular bodyguard stepped forward, blocking her path. Her words trailed off under his steely gaze.

Amor didn’t even glance her way. “Let’s keep the mood, shall we?” she murmured, her voice smooth as silk. “We’ll talk after I finish my game.”

a bowling ball. She tossed it down the lane with practiced ease. The ball rolled straight, crashing perfectly

face lit up, trying to flatter her. “Ms. Prescott, as

off. “Help me! Please, someone help!” Fay’s ingratiating smile froze as she

pins, a man’s bloodied face appeared. His body was somehow embedded in the floor, his head sticking out alongside the

red-haired woman. “I swear—I didn’t let him go! That prisoner escaped during transport. I… I didn’t mean for it to

of blood. Fay felt her stomach twist as she realized the man was still alive, trapped in the

down, chin propped on her hand, and watched him with

help you,” she said, her voice cool and unfeeling. “Yet you let my goods escape. Not to mention you were too weak to protect your territory and let

they didn’t find me, otherwise…” She threw another ball, this

Bang!

open, blood pooling swiftly across the lane. Amor only chuckled, glancing at the men behind her. “Keep Ark company, won’t you? Make a game of

up bowling balls and hurling