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!”

fearing Estelle might actually throw Antonia off in a fit of panic, froze in place and watched breathlessly as the girl clung to

short, sturdy boots. Her face

in her hands, she was as calm as a breeze on

said Estelle, her eyes and voice

anything!” Cliff tried to negotiate gently. “Whatever

know what your daughter

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

Estelle scoffed. “No, I never accept apologies—I believe in an

she let the coat dangle a bit more,

“Daddy, Daddy!”

gaze locked on Estelle; the bodyguards he brought with him dared

want to know about Gab?” Cliff suddenly

whipped her head around, her gaze

“What did you say?”

of touch with Gab for quite some time? I can tell you—I know!” Cliff looked at Estelle earnestly. “Let Antonia go, and

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