Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 975:

“If any of you make a move,” she said coldly, “he dies first. Then it’ll be your turn.”

Her icy gaze swept over the group, her voice sharp and unforgiving.

“I’ll ask one last time — where is Amya?”

Not long ago, Allison had taken a few lives, and the lingering edge of that moment clung to her. Beside her, Kellan, too, radiated an overwhelming air of menace that made the men hesitate.

Side by side, they stood like embodiments of light and shadow, their presence chilling and commanding.

“Don’t… don’t shoot!” the man with butterfly tattoos stammered, his whole body shaking with fear.

Men like him were used to simple tasks—running errands, guarding doors, nothing more. He had never imagined facing people as ruthless as Allison and Kellan.

he blurted out. “In a few days,

before. The faint, lingering scent of death around them made it clear. He believed that, to

ship?” Allison pressed,

I don’t know!” he replied, his voice cracking. “I’m

. com takes you

you treat other people’s lives like they’re worthless, aren’t you worried you’ll meet your end in international waters someday?” Allison demanded, her voice dripping

him hard, sending him sprawling

hit a pile of broken plastic chair pieces, and he let out a groan of pain, his face twisted in

gun remained steady, ready to end them with a single pull of the

stepped aside and made a

he said calmly. “Bring a team to clean it

the swift

a group of men dressed in black arrived. They moved with precision, quickly restraining the man with butterfly tattoos and his companions, tying them

with them?” one of the men in