Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

Chapter 134

Chapter 134

"You shouldn't have played this game with me, handsome," she said, malice dripping in her voice. Look at you now, You don't look so good. Where are they?"

Jim's swollen eyes flickered open; he breathed laboriously. Though he was in pain, he was able to force a faint, pitiful smile. "I don't know," he croaked. "He doesn't tell me anything"

Annie's jaw tightened, her fury simmering just beneath the surface. She leaned closer, her lips brushing his ear as the whispered, "Wrong answer, darling."

he straightened and slapped him hard across the face, the sound echoing through the empty warehouse, Jim groaned, his Read snapping to the side, fresh blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"Please," he rasped, his voice trembling with desperation. "Let me live. I'm sorry."

His words infuriated Annie even further. She raised her hand, ready to strike him again. But before she could strike him, though, a deafening roar sounded in the distance. The ground around her feet trembled, and wave of heat and dust swept through the warehouse. The men shouted in panic, stumbling as the tremor knocked them off balance.

Annie stared around in shock and confusion. Panic set into her heart.

"What the hell was that?" she muttered.

back from her daze and hollered orders at her

mind whirling. This wasn't the

grabbed her bag

of traffic like a madman. Cars Blurred around him, their horns blaring in protest as he pushed his vehicle to its limits. His mind was in panic, but one thing was clear, he have to get to

can't die! Not like this!

felt before regular situation; this was Emma, his Emma, the woman who had always being was within him, even when apart. Memories of her flashed through his

his knuckles turning white. He couldn't lose Emma, not like this. Not after all the mistakes he'd made, not when he hadn't had the chance to make things

air. Cars screeched to stops and their drivers ducked their heads, terrified. Mothers instinctively threw

Chapter 134

danger.

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streamed uncontrollably down his face. Tears rolled from his

up,

"Emma!" he choked, shaking.

the fear she must have been consumed by, the terror in her eyes, the desperation in her voice. The thought of her all

shock of the explosion wears off. The cars start to move, and

it. His eyes remained glued to the towering structure, W2 Holdings, now a scene

and fire trucks surrounded the building as he approached. Crowds of onlookers had gathered; their faces filled with disbelief and horror. Smoke billowed from the upper