The Woman From Hell

After saying so, Ernest slowly approached Alex.

Unsure if it was my illusion, I saw a hint of panic in Alex's eyes.

"Forget it. I'm not interested in your stuff anyway. If Simon still wants what he wants, then I advise you not to waste even a single second!"

I could tell that Alex had lost his patience. It was hard to imagine that this was how he, someone who liked taking things slow, looked like when he was anxious.

"Mr. Hodds, I believe this isn't your territory." There were hints of resolution in

Ernest's eyes as though he planned to not comply.

"What gives you the right to bring them here today, then?"

Alex clutched his wheelchair armrest tightly, his knuckles turning white. I felt his rage as though he could explode any second.

He tilted his head, and the man behind him charged ahead. He stood in front of the rest of the black-clad men in the corner.

walked up next to me, and I quickly got

anxious, Mr. Alex? We just invited Mr. and Mrs. Grant over to introduce ourselves to them and get to know each other. Only after we're familiar with each other will Mrs. Grant leave her child to

that, he had

level as

out toward Alex. The

split second later, there was a humanskinned mask in

the

far greater than fear. What

them. How could I not notice that this man was wearing

I saw in the hospital. Did the person in the footage trick everyone the same way when he kidnapped Munchkin? "Ronny Wescher, you're getting bolder and bolder, aren't you? How dare you come over here pretending to

pulled out a pistol from his waistband, pinning it against

the gun at their waistbands. However, the people standing in front

men beside me also raised their pistols. One stood in front while another wasbehind me. They surrounded me tightly,

raised his hands to surrender, signaling the men around him not to act rashly, but there was not the slightest