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?"

husband, and tell

Emily's clothes, bag, shoes, towels, bathrobes, and bedsheets as you ordered. I've also cut

Tucker in

immediately closed

soon started the

Tucker was his closest right-hand man. However, Tucker had a strange feeling

a hero without a cape

was always secretly

theme park's

had a thoughtful look on his face, yet he

not dare to think what his master would do if Emily had done something even

disappeared off the face

***

down the room anxiously. She could not describe how

the image of curtains

turned

she notice that the curtains in the room were not made of cloth.

a single piece of cloth

she going to stay here

in the room for

up with any solution to get out

Knock knock knock...