Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 813:

The remainder of the journey unfolded in silence. Leaning her head against the window, Allison’s gaze lingered on the shadows dancing across the dark streets, her mind wandering to Kellan, Gordon, and Amya. Before long, the car glided to a stop in front of her apartment.

“Alice, please take care,” the driver offered warmly as she exited.

“Thanks,” she replied, her hand on the door handle. He watched her disappear into the elevator before driving off.

Just as he rounded the corner, the elevator doors whispered open again. Allison stepped back into the lobby, her face a mask of stoic calm.

“Amya,” she murmured.

Her earpiece buzzed to life. “Ms. Clarke, I’ve been here waiting. Good to hear from you.”

“I’ll be there shortly.”

and paused before a nondescript red sedan. “This the car?” she asked into the

behind the left front tire,” Amya’s voice

like this. Bending down, Allison retrieved the key and slid into the driver’s seat, navigating her way to the white rental building

awaited anxiously. Her relief was almost

Clarke, you made it back

reassuring pat on the

way,” Amya urged, leading her to a

monitor displayed a grim scene: numerous test subjects, bound tightly as if mummified, were being hoisted into

test subjects to the Immortality Group, but Lilian, the key subject, wasn’t among them.” Amya switched the surveillance feed to focus on the lab’s workstation area as she continued her briefing. “It looks like Verruckt took her to a