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Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 170
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Chapter 170: Kellan and Allison stumbled through the dense forest, but the Mafias reinforcements were closing in much faster than they had anticipated.

Watch out! Kellans warning cjust as a cold breeze rustled through the leaves, lifting Allisons dark hair.

He felt it too a prickling sensation of impending danger.

His pupils narrowed, and without thinking, he pulled her into his arms.

They hit the ground, rolling behind a massive tree just as bullets tore into the trunk, splintering the bark.

The thugs were closing the gap fast.

In the thick woods, only moonlight pierced through the canopy, casting silver slivers of light across the uneven path.

Bushes and tree branches created a maze of shifting shadows, concealing their movement.

The thugs now moved cautiously, their steps deliberate and measured, hesitant to rush in without being sure of their target.

Spread out.

Keep your eyes peeled.

Damon and Rugal have already been killed by them.

These two cant be far, a red-haired man ordered coldly.

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Allison stilled, barely daring to breathe, feeling the solid strength of Kellans arm around her.

Footsteps crunched on the dry leaves, getting closer with each passing second.

The scent of the sea drifted through the cool air.

She whispered, her voice barely a breath, The coast isnt far.

Theres a boat.

If we make it, we can stall long enough for the police to get here.

However, from their vantage point, they could see that several thugs had already blocked the route to the coast.

The thugs were fanning out, leaving no stone unturned.

It was only a matter of minutes before they would be discovered.

Ill draw them away, Kellan said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You go and take out the guards at the coast.

Ill buy you the time.

Okay, wait forhere.

Allisons brow furrowed, but she wasnt the type to waste precious moments arguing. And dont do anything stupid.

Those romantic, over-the-top lines about dying together had no place in her reality.

The only path forward was through risk, and they both knew it.

Allison gave him a tight nod and vanished into the trees, her movements swift and precise. Kellan watched her disappear into the shadows, not feeling abandoned, but rather captivated.

He trusted her Allison always delivered on her promises.

They shared an unspoken bond, a trust born of the harshest circumstances.

In this life-or-death crisis, they knew they were in it together.

Kellan slowly stood.

He coughed, loud enough to be heard in the stillness of the forest.

Im over here! His voice, though not a shout, carried through the silence.

Instantly, footsteps rushed toward him from all directions.

His hands rose slowly, but his expression remained composed, his eyes cool and unwavering.

He was betting it all on her.

Meanwhile, down by the coast, a short man with fiery red hair paced impatiently, flicking ashes from his cigarette into the damp earth.

He tugged his worn leather jacket tighter, clearly irritated by the cold bite in the air.

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I always knew Damon and Rugal were useless, dead or alive, he muttered irritably.

They let a woman slip right through their fingers.

What a bunch of clowns.

A taller man grunted in agreement, adjusting his rifle.

Yeah, and now were stuck doing the cleanup.

Think shell even make it this far? As if on cue, a rustling noise cfrom behind them.

Whos there? Show yourself! The redhead snapped around, his bady tensing but the trees stood silent and still. He felt jittery, as if his nerves were on edge.

He turned to walk away, frowning, only to be startled by a thin figure stepping into view.

A woman, lit by the faint light of the moon.

Her hair cascaded in waves, catching the breeze, and her high heels were smeared with dried blood. Her clothes swayed, ghostlike, in the night air.

There she is! The redheads eyes widened, but the words barel Pleft his mouth before she was on him. Her hands moved with deadly precision, twisting his neck in one swift motion.

It was over in the blink of an eye, too fast for the others to react.

Her movements were cold, calculated, and utterly lethal.

The others quickly trained their guns on her.

Dont move! .