Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine Read Online Free

Chapter 800: They hurried to the underground parking lot.

Allison glanced at Mollie, concern etched on her features.

Are you sure youre okay handling this without Mr.

Blakes help? Mollies reply was laced with a hint of steel.

Dont worry.

If I were in Charles position, Id not only handle itId thrive.

He, however, wouldnt last a day in my shoes.

Allison couldnt help but admire Mollies resilience.

Although she didnt know the full extent of the conflict between Mollie and her husband, it was clear that Mollie, the woman Verruckt had sent her to see, was no pushover.

Take care, then, Allison said, watching as Mollie slid into a sedan that had been prepared earlier, a smart move that had evaded Charles watchful eyes.

Mollie was always one step ahead, despite the heavy shadow cast by her daughters disappearance.

Job done, Allison turned to leave through the garden exit but stopped short at the sound of a familiar voice.

Squinting through the dusk, she made out Coltons figure, swaying slightly, his face twisted into a sneer of disdain.

Just one thing, from five years backdid you ever keep secrets from me? Melany, taken aback, recovered quickly.

Of course not.

Hidden in the shadows, Allison watched as the drama unfolded before her.

At that moment, Coltons disappointment was palpable, his voice cold and hoarse, cutting through the tension.

Ive seen your USB drive.

Are you still going to stick to that story? Step into a new journey on galnovels .con Melany shivered.

You went through my computer? How had he guessed her password? That USB drive was Pandoras box, crammed not only with university papers but also brimming with clandestine photos.

The realization sent a cold shiver slicing through her.

Her mind snapped into focus.

Clearly, Colton had unearthed her secret.

Colton, there were reasons behind it! She knew denial was futile.

Her first task was to pacify his wrath.

The solid ground beneath her now felt like a treacherous cliff edge, her legs quaking with dread.

If the USB had only held snapshots of Colton, she could have played it off as a hidden crush.

But it was also a gallery of the wealthya lineup of her prospective targets.

Back then, if Colton had turned out to be a loose cannon, she would have pivoted to another mark without a second thought.

Which files had he opened? She had never imagined that Colton, her rock of trust for so many years, would stumble upon that USB.

Acting pitiful, she forced herself to shed tears.

Please, just let me explain, okay? .

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