Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

Chapter 369: He cursed himself for coming in person, truly regretting his decision.

Underground, huh? Allisons eyebrows shot up in surprise.

She knew all too well what kind of place it was.

The underground scene in Ontdale was notoriousbesides various races, it was infamous for being a high-stakes, dangerous gambling hotspot for illicit races, high-stakes betting, and dangerous gambles that could end a life in a heartbeat.

Racers wore masks when not on the track, and helmets while racing, making it impossible to know who was who.

And when the dust settled, the winners slipped away into the shadows, leaving no trail for anyone to follow.

Hoyt was still rattled, but beneath his fear, irritation began to simmer.

Ive told you all I know.

If thats not good enough for you, thats your problem! he spat, the words dripping with bitterness.

In reality, Hoyt was setting a trap for Kellan.

He knew the mans soft spot wellanything even remotely connected to his mother, no matter how dubious, would be bait too tempting to ignore.

Ugh A sharp jolt of pain shot through Hoyts jaw, his mouth filling with the coppery taste of blood.

But he gritted his teeth, knowing the game he was playing.

Sacrifices had to be made if he was going to gain anything from this.

Brook had shown a sliver of concern when Hoyt had busted his leg.

Now, after almost being strangled to death, Hoyt was sure his father wouldnt sit back and let it slide.

At the very least, Hoyt thought, he might secure those family shares his father was holding onto.

But before he could dwell on his plans any further, a broom came swinging down from above, cracking him square in the face.

Whack! Hoyt covered his face reflexively.

His eyes flaming with rage, he yelled, Who in the hell threw that broom? Hoyt looked especially unhappy, with bloody scrapes from the brooms sharp edges on his face.

He looked up to find none other than Emanuel standing there, clutching the broom with a fierce look in his eyes.

You might look like you have some class, but you speak like a common street thug.

Ill teach you a lesson in respect! Emanuel bellowed, his voice carrying all the weight of his years.

Despite his age, Emanuel swung that broom with surprising energy, chasing Hoyt around like a schoolboy caught misbehaving.

Allison shot to her feet, worry etched across her face.

Careful, you dont want to throw out your back! Emanuel glared at her, his face indignant.noveldrama

Nonsense, Im still as strong as a bull! he snapped before resuming his broom-wielding assault.

Allison, you all stay behind me.

As long as Im around, no ones going to lay a finger on you! Emanuel declared, his voice ringing with pride.

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