Chapter 272

Struggling for air, my consciousness began to blur.

The discomfort was so unbearable that I wished for death

Thad vowed to never entangle with Bryant again, yet in this dire situation, he was the only person my mind could grasp.

“Bryant. Please, come quickly. Save me. I silently pleaded in my heart

Just as i was about to lose consciousness completely, a bucket of cold water was suddenly splashed over me.

The basement, almady chilled by the diught, became even colder, snapping me back to some semblance of awareness while making me shiver uncontrollably

The icy water trailed down my cheeks, neck, and under my collar, biting into my bones

As I lifted my eyes, I saw Dorothy tied up to a pillar nearby

Her face bore the imprint of two slaps, and her clothes were filthy and tattered, presenting a picture of utter disarray

on a chair,

laugh, “Looks like you’re

retorted with confidence. “All that

the sound

me a superior look, “Jane, don’t blame me. Blame your lowly status that

familiar figure descended into the basement, his posture dignified, still dressed in the bespoke

pupils narrowing, before someone

cigar with a smile, greeted, “Mr. Ferguson, it’s not

his gaze sharp and

my men tell me

want?”

don’t want anything now Just curious to see, Mr. Ferguson… who

his gaze sharp. “What

front of him. With a twisted smile, Jarrod explained. This gun has just one bullet left. Mr. Ferguson, pick

was meant for either

clenched, too far for me to clearly

My breathing slowed involuntarily

Bryant asked, “Are

“Mr. Ferguson,

really care for two women at once? What’s wrong with

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