Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 141: Allison parked near Muisvedo, unbuckling her seatbelt with a teasing smile playing on her lips.

Mr.

Lloyd, your Maseratis holding up well.

Im impressed it didnt break down again, she teased, standing in front of the villa.

Would you care for some coffee? I promise there wont be any power outages tonight.

Kellan simply chuckled.

If this car fails me again, Sherman better pack his bags.

Ill ship him off.

Allison had been showing a more playful side in front of him lately, and Kellan found himself gradually getting used to it.

In fact, he realized he was far less reserved around her now than when they had first met.

Their relationship had become more familiar.

Its late, and I should be going.

You get some rest, Ms.

Clarke, Kellan said, glancing at his watch.

Okay, goodnight, Mr.

Lloyd.

Allison waved casually as she turned and walked inside.

Kellan didnt leave immediately.

Instead, he waited, watching the lights flicker on in the villa to ensure she was safe before slowly driving back to Lloyd Mansion.

Once home, Allison took a long, hot shower.

She didnt head to bed immediately.

Instead, after drying her hair, she walked into her study.

Locking the door behind her, she drew the curtains and activated a concealed switch on the wall.

As a black curtain fell, she turned on a computer she had built herself, her fingers moving deftly across the keyboard.

The screen flickered to life, and she initiated the transfer of data she had secretly copied from Marcs computer.

As the progress bar hit 100%, a flood of hidden files popped up on the screen.

Just as I thought, Allison muttered, her face hardening as she scrolled through the files.

Ever since her discussion with Aimee, she had been biding her time.

She collected surveillance footage and evidence, confirming that Marc had stored the incriminating material on his private computer.

And now was her time to act.

Marc had been at this far longer than she had anticipated.

She sifted through files taken from his private computer, her gut churning as she viewed the images and videos.

It wasnt just Aimee there were pictures and videos of other young women, all caught in compromising situations.

How can there be so many? Her frown deepened.

Most people in this situation might go to the authorities, but Allison knew better.

Even if Marc were arrested, the legal system wouldnt punish him harshly.

Hed be out in no time.

Worse, the victims would have to relive their trauma, identifying themselves in those humiliating photos.

She wasnt about to let that happen.

But Allison wasnt a soft-hearted person either.

Marc needed to be dealt with.

Picking up her phone, she dialed Gordon from Cobweb.

I need some people from the underworld, she said without preamble.

Gordon, half-asleep, groggily replied, Whats the target? Ill send you the details.

Make sure Marc disappears from Ontdale quietly.

I want him to experience something worse than death, she said.

Gordon yawned.

First thing in the morning? No, Allison replied sharply.novelbin

Ill give you the signal when the time is right.

She had been watching Marc closely.

She knew he had been tampering with the security system lately.

She knew hed make his move soon.

She was waiting for him to make his move so she could expose him and take down the others involved.

Once the call ended, Allison connected to Marcs computer.

She quickly hacked into his control program, skimming through his recent messages.

To her surprise, she found a series of exchanges between Marc and Melany.

Dont worry, I wont mess up this time! Marc had written confidently.

Allison isnt stupid.

But if you ruin her reputation, Ill pay you triple, Melany had replied.

Allisons lips twisted into a sardonic smile.

So, Melanys in on this too.

Shes asking for it.

It wasnt just Marcs dissatisfaction with her position.

Melany had been pushing him from behind, hoping to bring her down.

With that, Allison deleted the files from Marcs computer, installing a virus that would render the machine useless.

The moment Marc tried to use it, all he would see were lines of code scrolling as the system self-destructed.

The next morning, Aimee arrived at work as usual.

She was always the first to arrive, often helping the cleaning staff when they were shorthanded.

The cleaners liked her and would sometimes bring her fruit from home.

Thank you so much, Aimee said softly, accepting an orange from one of them before sitting at her desk.

But as soon as she looked up, her heart sank.

Memories of the previous day rushed in.

Marc was standing nearby, watching her with a smug expression.

Marc sauntered over, his voice dripping with mockery.

So, Ms.

Clarke came to your rescue yesterday, huh? And yet, here you are, still too scared to speak up.

Youre such a coward, Aimee.

Trying to play both sides? Impossible! Aimee bit her lip but didnt respond.

Following Allisons instructions, she quietly turned on the recorder she had hidden in her desk drawer.

Seeing her meek silence only fueled Marcs arrogance.

Tsk, you really did look pitiful yesterday, he sneered.

Then, lowering his voice threateningly, he added, Ill give you one last chance, Aimee.

Behave today, and maybe Ill delete those photos from my computer.

Can you seize the opportunity? .

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