Chapter 42

It was Zoey, the branch office’s vice general manager! I’d considered the possibility of an inside man, but I never suspected him.

“So uncouth. How could you tie up our delicate Ms. Frost?” Zoey strolled in, closing the door, flipping a switch to illuminate the room–a dim lamp, covered in cobwebs.

In the weak light, I finally saw the room: a dining table, sofa, TV stand–an old–fashioned living room, covered in thick dust and cobwebs, clearly abandoned for years.

looked away, fixing a cold stare on Zoey.

fingers together, bringing them to his nose. “Mmm, so fragrant. Throwing a beauty like you into the ocean would be such a waste.”

I’d felt earlier returned, but this time I was clear–headed. I struggled violently. One leg of the rotting wooden chair snapped; I fell to the ground, inhaling

hand moved down my leg, inching higher,

here. Whenever I’m in the mood, I’ll come and… play. I’ll get a taste of the President’s

creep! Trying to brainwash me!

of his proposal. After a few seconds, I looked up,

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