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.

away, fixing a cold

in disgust, goosebumps rising on my skin. He rubbed his fingers together, bringing them to his nose. “Mmm, so fragrant. Throwing a beauty like you into

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 dust, struggling to cough, my face turning red, tears streaming down my face.

lying down?” His hand moved down my leg, inching higher,

keep you here. Whenever I’m in the

Trying to

After a few

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