The bright morning sunshine seemed like a distant memory, shrouded in a thick haze that blocked out
the light.
Yes, she had been relentless in pursuing him, but how could Barlow humiliate her so publicly?
He truly was a heartless, despicable man.
Meanwhile, Barlow finally pulled up to a rundown building on the west side in a frantic rush.
He parked his car and, in the chill of the wind, surveyed the dilapidated structure.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGlancing at his watch, he saw that there were just five minutes left. But it felt like an eternity in this
biting cold.
His thoughts raced, wondering if Blair’s team had managed to locate Karina.
The anxiety gnawed at him, but he couldn’t afford to let it show. With determined steps, he entered the
building.
“Rosalynn, where are you?”
This half-finished construction project had once been an ambitious real estate venture. However,
midway through development, a debt dispute had derailed everything, leaving the project abandoned
and incomplete.
Now, this skeletal building loomed like a wounded beast in the dead of night, its gaping maw a stark
reminder of its unfinished fate.
The night wind howled, adding to the already eerie atmosphere. It was enough to send shivers down
anyone’s spine.
Rosalynn was bound to a concrete pillar on the fifth floor.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHer mouth was gagged with a towel, and she winced in discomfort.
When she heard Barlow’s voice, a glimmer of hope sparkled in her eyes.
She was still grappling with her predicament, a helpless captive left to endure the biting cold for what
felt like an eternity.
“Rosalynn, where are you?”
Barlow’s voice drew nearer, his urgent calls echoing through the building.
Unable to utter a word, Rosalynn resorted to stomping her feet desperately in an attempt to grab
Barlow’s attention.
As her feet hit the floor with force, an unexpected tremor coursed through the floor beneath her.
Rosalynn was taken aback and instinctively glanced down at her feet.
Could her stomping really be that powerful?