Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 379: Amya, your task tonight is to watch the entrance, Allison instructed, giving her a light pat on the shoulder.novelbin

She handed Amya photos of Melany and Colton.

If they show up, call Gordon.

Hell take care of them and deal with them in a corner.

Allison had already informed Gordon about the Underground, and he was on his way.

In such a chaotic atmosphere, Allison needed help managing any potential threats.

Go all out.

The harder you hit, the bigger the bonus I might give you, she said, lifting her helmet to reveal her striking light purple contact lenses.

The arrogance in her voice felt villainous, and Amya couldnt help but blush.

Uh… Okay… Sure.

It seemed that no one could resist the allure of a beautiful face.

But as soon as she finished speaking, a thought crossed Amyas mind.

Do you have a grudge against them? She examined the photos closely.

The woman in the image looked pitiful but had a harsh expression, her brows knitted together as if she were constantly calculating.

The man beside her was instantly familiar.

He was the renowned CEO of Stevens Group.

However, in the photograph, he appeared more like a sugar baby, lacking the charisma he usually exuded.

Theyre not enemies, exactly, but they cling to us like ghosts that refuse to move on, Allison muttered, narrowing her eyes as yesterdays investigation played through her mind.

Gordon had sent word that Colton and Melany had already secured seats for the Underground race.

Regardless of their intentions, Allison knew waiting for them to make a move wasnt an optiontaking control was.

Her mind flashed back to that night at the auction when Colton had the audacity to ask if they could still be friends.

The memory made her skin crawl with disgust.

From what Ive gathered, Melany has her own agenda tonight.

So when the time comes, dont hesitatehit hard.

Her tone was icy, dripping with contempt.

How did Hoyt know the location of Athton and even Emanuels residence? The answer was obvious.

It could only have been Melany who leaked the information, especially since shed been in touch with them lately.

Most of the others they interacted with were long-time Athton locals, loyal friends of Emanuel.

Selling him out for money didnt seem plausible.

At least there was one piece of good news.

Hoyt, after leaving Athton, had mysteriously gotten into a car accident and was now bedridden.

Uh, Ms.

Clarke, just to clarify, my only job is to call Gordon, right? Im not good at trading punches, Amya nervously chimed in, her voice shaky as she fidgeted with her hands.

Her small frame didnt exactly scream intimidating.

Allison cast a lazy glance in her direction.

Entry-level stuff.

Amya blinked in disbelief and pointed at herself.

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