Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Allison had no idea that some were anxiously awaiting her fall.

With a quick, practiced motion, he twisted Danny's other wrist, breaking it with the same effort as the first.

"You seem to have a hard time understanding simple instructions," he commented coldly.

Without a moment's hesitation, he hit him squarely on the head with the glass he held.

He had it in his hand.

Crash! The glass shards and tequila fell on him, mixing with the blood that immediately dripped from his forehead.

Allison's expression was still stone cold.

Wake up and get out! Danny screamed in agony as he collapsed to the ground, soaked and completely humiliated.

His face was a mess of blood, tears and snot, and his shattered wrists left him defenseless.

Psychopath! Do you know who I am, he spat between gasps, his eyes burning with venom.

What are you doing standing there, he shouted to his crew.

Beat her to death! A group of muscular thugs approached Allison, grinning like wolves surrounding their prey.

Now you're in, one of them sneered.

You've pissed off the Mason family heir.

They are the owners of the Cloudland Hotel in Ontdale.

Even if you drop dead right here, they have enough money to make you disappear like smoke.

Bottles were grabbed, the air crackling with the threat of violence.

Before anyone could blink, Allison snatched a bottle from one of the men, smashed it against the wall.

table and, in one fluid motion, pressed the serrated edge against Danny's throat.

So the Mason family has the money to cover it, huh Tell me, how much is your life worth? His tone was as calm as calm water, but the The smile that played on his lips was pure ice.

Danny, feeling the edge of the bottle bite his skin, stammered: Do you think you can.

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God, no! Help me! Please, I'm sorry.

A thin line of blood ran down his neck, the bottle about to finish him off at the slightest pressure.

Danny's face turned a ghostly white.

This woman was crazy.

Satisfied, Allison dropped the bottle and kicked him to the ground.

Turning to the cruise ship attendant, who had rushed through the chaos, she said with calm authority: Take care of this mess.

And make sure he never sees any of the Mason family aboard this ship again.

” Seeing the manager, Danny assumed his rescue had arrived.

With new arrogance, he stood up.

Who do you think you are to give them orders? My family has interests in this cruise line, he snapped, pointing angrily.

Well, what are you waiting for? Put it down.

By then, the show had attracted a large crowd.

At the railing, Colton frowned, while Melany leaned in to whisper: And if Miss Clarke gets kicked off the cruise.

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Before he could finish, the situation took an unexpected turn.

The cruise director didn't hesitate.

He quickly ordered the security team to tie up Danny and his thugs.

Then, to everyone's surprise, he turned and leaned toward Allison, his voice full of respect.

Yes, ma'am.

Danny, now restrained and livid, shrieked, You're all blind! The manager's response was calm.

Ms.

Clarke is the main shareholder of this cruise line.

Anyone who disrespects you is not our friend.

The crowd gasped.

No one had expected that the woman before them would be the largest shareholder of the prestigious Royal Princess cruise ship.

This… this has to be some kind of mistake! Danny's face drained of color.

Then, as if by instinct, he began to frantically bow his head, pleading: I'm so sorry, ma'am.

I didn't know… Please have mercy! My family… we're partners… But the damage had already been done.

Allison's stiletto heel dug into Danny's toes with a slow, deliberate twist, the sound of bones crunching beneath her heel.

Then, she casually threw a black card on the ground.

You're right, Allison said, her voice as cold as a glacier.

Money can solve some problems.

And as for the Mason family, the Princess Royal will stay away from you from now on.

The impact of her words hit Danny like a bolt from the blue.

He was so stunned that the throbbing pain in his fingers seemed to fade into the background.

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All he could think about was the trouble he had gotten himself into.

His grandfather had been very clear: strengthen ties with the Royal Princess.

Now, not only had he screwed up the business, but he faced a much worse fate when he returned home.

Even Colton, who was leaning on the railing, froze in disbelief, while his rich friends looked around in shock.

to astonishment.

Wait, you're saying that Colton's wife is the largest shareholder of the Royal Princess.

I remember she was an orphan.

How did he get so much money? This ship cost over $200 million to build! Look over there – that's Rebecca, the only daughter of the Green family.

Allison rubs shoulders with her.

She must be taking advantage of Rebecca for all she's worth.

Most likely.

The Green family's real estate empire is enormous.

Investing in the Princess Royal will probably be nothing more than a drop in the bucket for them.

Melany sighed softly.

I envy Miss Clarke for having such a steadfast friend.

I've been abroad for three years and, apart from you, I haven't had a friend.

' Colton snorted irritably.

Ha, someone like her probably doesn't have any real friends.

He's probably cheating on the Green family, just like he's been cheating on my grandfather.

His frustration gnawed at him, in stark contrast to his affection for Melany.

He couldn't shake the feeling that Allison had changed somehow, or maybe he was just seeing her in a new light tonight.

Colton struggled with his mixed emotions and grabbed Melany's hand, trying to assert himself.

From now on, you will never be alone.

I will always be by your side, and you will make many new friends too.

Melany smiled softly, her fingers intertwined.

That sounds wonderful.

By the way, Colton, your grandfather will be discharged the day after tomorrow.

He expressly asked to see her.

Perhaps we should go and extend an invitation.

She looked at him innocently and added softly: And I would very much like to meet Miss Clarke to offer my apologies.

It seems good to you.

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