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Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 844
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Chapter 844: Allison's expression darkened. “What's their status now?" Given Verruckt's earlier cold vibe, he clearly wasn't in the business of sparing lives.

"Map's on its way, but Kellan's pinned down in a shootout," Amya explained. "He's split from Gordon." Twas still on their side.

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Allison steadied her nerves. "Get that yacht layout down pat. I'm on my way." "Roger that. Watch your six, Ms. Clarke," Amya replied. With her mind made up, Allison made a beeline for the black market.

She quickly laundered the money from Verruckt's black card, buying herself no-nonsense clothes, a few trusty weapons, and, lastly, a business vehicle.

"I'll be at Eastshade Dock in twenty minutes," Allison declared.

She swung the car door open with determination, slid in, and gave the guns and ammo a thorough once-over. "Amya, I need Kellan's exact spot." "Got it," Amya responded. "Sending the coordinates to your phone now." After ending the call, Allison headed straight for Eastshade Dock.

For tomorrow's operation, Allison needed Melany and Colton to draw fire on the surface.

Find exclusive stories at galnovsWhile navigating the traffic, Allison dialed Melany.

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"Allison, what's up?" Irritation tinged Melany's voice. Allison cut to the chase, stirring the pot. "Colton dropped by today. He spilled sfascinating tales." Melany's breath caught. "What did he say?" Since their fallout at the White Stallion Club, Colton had vanished. And now he'd turned up on Allison's doorstep! "About that stunt you pulled five years ago." Allison didn't mince words. "Turns out you've got a knack for playing dress-up with my life." Her tone was light, almost amiable, yet it cut through Melany like a chill wind.

She knew? Colton had actually spilled everything to Allison! Humiliation washed over Melany, sticky and suffocating like a wave of mud.

The sting of Allison's revelation was a bitter pill to swallow.

"Does it really matter? Sure, you saved Colton, but I'm the one who rushed him to the hospital. Melany retorted, her voice tinged with frustration yet resolute. "In a way, it isn't wrong to say I saved Colton."

Allison couldn't help but be amused by Melany's bold claim. "If you really Οπ think you're in the right why impersonatefrom those days? Melany, love built on borrowed deeds isn't genuine. Honestly, I pity you."

Melany's fingers trembled with anger. She had never imagined that, in Colton's eyes, their years together would pale in comparison to a single memory. Drawing a deep breath, she gripped her phone, her heart refusing to accept this.