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.”

lot and paused before a nondescript

the key’s behind the left front

was meant for nights just like this. Bending down, Allison retrieved the key and slid into the driver’s seat, navigating her way to

the dimly lit basement, Amya awaited anxiously. Her relief was almost tangible as Allison

Clarke, you made it

pat on the shoulder. “What’s

Amya urged, leading her to a screen showing live surveillance from the

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

surveillance feed to focus on