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.

to me, and I quickly got up. I followed them

get to know each other. Only after we're familiar with each other will Mrs. Grant leave her child to us with peace of mind.

Ernest said that, he had

as Alex, and

hand and stretched it out

split second later, there was a

the wheelchair was not

felt something far greater than fear. What was

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

anxiety, my mind suddenly flashed back to the surveillance footage I saw in the hospital. Did the person in the footage trick everyone the same way when he kidnapped Munchkin? "Ronny Wescher,

his waistband, pinning it against Ernest's forehead and

afraid, they could no longer sit still when they saw someone pointing a gun at their boss. They each reached out to hold the gun at their waistbands. However, the people standing in front of them were no pushovers

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

men around him not to act rashly, but there was not the slightest bit of fear