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.

of them walked up next to me, and I quickly got up. I followed them and

and get to know each other. Only after we're familiar with each other will Mrs. Grant leave

said that, he had already walked up to Alex's

to the same eye level as Alex, and they both stared

he raised his hand and stretched it out toward Alex. The latter had no time to

there was a humanskinned mask in

in the wheelchair was

felt something far greater than fear. What was going

of them. How could I not notice that this man

midst of my 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

pistol from his waistband, pinning it against Ernest's forehead and forcing him to back

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 either. When they saw what happened, they immediately went forward

me also raised their pistols. One stood in front

his hands to surrender, signaling the men around him not to act rashly,