Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 374: Mr.

Lloyd, Lorna has been returned home safely.

As for Hoyt, weve arranged the car accident as planned.

If all goes well, hell be bedridden for a long time, Sherman reported.

Should we have someone at the hospital make sure he disappears permanently? Sherman, having served Kellan loyally for many years, knew better than most the depth of his bosss cruelty.

The only thing that seemed to hold Kellan back from acting on his darkest impulses was Allison.

Kellans voice was ice cold as he replied, No.

Let him experience the agony to the fullest.

The next evening, Allison glanced at the clock, noting the time.

Its still early, and the Underground doesnt open until midnight.

Maybe I should gather some friends to help me out first, Allison muttered.novelbin

She considered her plan carefully.

Since Kellan had entrusted her with a keepsake from his late mother, she felt a strong sense of duty to reciprocate by gathering information at the Underground for him.

Yet, knowing she had some time before it opened, she decided to first search for someone who could fix the main program used in the hacking community.

With determination, Allison sprang into action.

As dusk fell, she approached the Underground, the busiest time of the day.

People in business attire were wrapping up their work, street vendors shouted to attract customers, and a variety of nighttime figures were beginning to appear.

She navigated through narrow alleys and past stacks of old warehouses, which seemed to weave a tangled network around her.

Finally, she arrived at a small apartment building.

Taking the elevator to the top floor, she walked down the corridor and knocked softly on the last door.

From inside, a faint voice echoed, clearly frustrated.

Ive told you already, Im busy right now! Ill repay the money later.

Do you really have to come by every few days and hassle me? Irritated, Amya Hayes yanked her hair back and opened the door with impatience, only to find a stunning woman standing theredefinitely not a debt collector.

Taken aback for a moment, Amya narrowed her eyes, certain that she had never met this woman before.

Miss, are you sure youre at the right apartment? she asked, instinctively moving to shut the door.

Hold on, Allison said calmly, placing her boot firmly in the gap between the door and its frame as she playfully jingled a set of keys.

Miss Hayes, you cant just close the door on me.

Amyas eyes widened in disbelief.

Those keys belonged to her! Who are you? she asked, her senses heightening.

Who I am isnt the point.

What matters is that you could use some money, Allison replied, her gaze scanning Amyas modest appearance, complete with curly hair and black-rimmed glasses.

Oh, so you break into places now? Thats against the law.

Youd better say what you want to say directly and leave, Amya replied warily, studying this seemingly untrustworthy woman.

It was clear the stranger knew her; otherwise, she wouldnt know her surname.

But if she wasnt here to collect debts, what was her purpose? .

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