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?"

tell

courteous nod again. "I've thrown away Emily's clothes, bag, shoes, towels, bathrobes, and bedsheets as you ordered. I've also cut the wire of the landline. Emily can never

looked at Tucker in the

man immediately closed the car door for

soon started the

Christopher's subordinate, Tucker was his closest right-hand man. However, Tucker had a strange feeling that

a

secretly protecting

theme park's design. Without hesitation, he had ordered the young man

rear-view mirror. He had a thoughtful look on his

would do if

Emily would have disappeared off the face of the

***

was pacing up and down the room anxiously. She could

the image of curtains flashed

quickly turned to

curtains in the room were not made of cloth. They were all automatic blinds

piece of cloth in the entire

going to stay here for the rest

had been in the room for an

to come up with any

Knock knock knock...