Fifty-five stories up, at a breath-stealing height of 200 meters, Antonia stood teetering in the biting wind, trembling from head to toe, her cries piercing the air, “Dad, Daddy!”

Estelle, clutching a part of her coat that had become a makeshift swing, gave it a shake, prompting an even more terrified scream from Antonia.

Her face contorted by the gale, vertigo and fear stripped away all her previous arrogance and calm. She couldn’t stop screaming, “Estelle, what are you doing?”

“Estelle, let me go!”

“Please, let me go!”

Her cries were a mix of tears and desperation, quickly dried by the wind as she shook uncontrollably. Words failed her, leaving her with only her screams.

“Antonia!”

Suddenly a voice rang out urgently. Estelle turned to see Cliff Crawley rushing toward them with his team.

Antonia plummeted half a meter from the rooftop, unable to see Cliff but hearing his voice, she cried out, “Dad, save me, please save me!”

in place and watched breathlessly as the girl

a black blouse, dark green slacks, and short, sturdy boots. Her face was stunningly beautiful

her hands, she was as calm

Estelle, her

I’ll agree to anything!” Cliff tried to negotiate

even know what your daughter has done?” Estelle

promptly replied, “No matter what she’s done, I apologize to you on her behalf, and I promise you

never accept apologies—I believe in

bit more, and the rooftop echoed with Antonia’s shrill

“Daddy, Daddy!”

the bodyguards he

want to know about

her head around, her gaze turning

“What did you say?”

quite some time? I can tell you—I know!” Cliff looked at Estelle earnestly. “Let Antonia go, and I’ll tell you everything

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