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!”

Estelle might actually throw Antonia off in a fit of panic, froze in place

on the rooftop wore a black blouse, dark green slacks, and short, sturdy boots. Her face was stunningly beautiful but carried

as calm as a breeze on a

Estelle, her

Antonia, and I’ll agree to anything!” Cliff tried to negotiate gently. “Whatever you

what your daughter has done?”

matter what she’s done, I apologize to you on her behalf, and I promise you anything,

accept apologies—I

she let the coat dangle a bit more, and the rooftop echoed with Antonia’s shrill

“Daddy, Daddy!”

stood rigid, his gaze locked on Estelle; the bodyguards he brought with him dared

want to know about Gab?”

head around, her gaze

“What did you say?”

with Gab for quite some time? I can tell you—I know!” Cliff looked at Estelle earnestly.

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