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,

cold laugh,

it matter?” Dorothy retorted with confidence. “All that matters is

that moment, the sound of a

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

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

found mine, his pupils narrowing, before someone stopped him

with a smile, greeted, “Mr. Ferguson,

gaze sharp and foreboding, “Let them

my men tell me Ms. Myers here has some unclear ties

you want?” Bryant

anything now Just curious to see, Mr. Ferguson…

gaze sharp.

Jarrod explained. This gun has just one bullet left. Mr.

was clear. the gun was meant for

too far for me to clearly discem his

My breathing slowed involuntarily

a chilling tone, Bryant

“Mr. Ferguson,

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

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