Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

"Ahhh!!! I'm so pissed!" Emily Quest broke down.

She should not have accepted the man's invitation in the first place. Regret sat in her stomach, drowning her in dread.

***

There were a few cars at the hotel's underground parking lot.

The darkness around them was absolute, and the silence was oppressive.

In the black Rolls-Royce limousine, Christopher Lancelot was languidly sitting on the back seat of the car with his legs crossed and his eyes closed.

He was wearing a white dress shirt and a pair of black trousers.

The first three buttons of his shirt were unfastened, revealing his imposing chest muscle.

The daunting aura exuded by him was intensified in the darkness.

There were two rows of black-clad men standing beside the car. The lineup was formidable.

The people who passed by the parking lot could hardly stop to turn and look at them.

Suddenly, the car door was opened. A young man with the glossy slicked back hair hung his head respectfully. "Master Lancelot, the video is right here. What should I do next?"

her husband, and tell him where she is now." Christopher

and bedsheets as you ordered.

at Tucker in the driver's seat.

the order, the young man immediately closed the

soon started the

Tucker was his closest right-hand man. However, Tucker had a strange feeling that he was not the same Master

a hero without a cape

always secretly

Emily during the selection of the theme park's design. Without hesitation, he had ordered the young man to

a thoughtful look on his face, yet he did not dare to

would do

disappeared off the face of

***

and down the room anxiously. She could not describe how helpless she

curtains flashed across

turned to

the curtains in the room were not made of

a single piece of cloth in the entire

here for the

been in the room for an hour

failed to come up with any solution to get out

Knock knock knock...