Contract With The Devil: Perfect Lover ( K. SALAZAR)

Wanda was heartbroken when she heard the cleaner's trembling voice.

The cleaner made it clear to her that the money she provided wasn't enough for her to take the risk.

The only reason the cleaner was willing to help her was that she thought of her daughter when she saw Wanda was trapped in this terrible situation.

The current situation didn't allow Wanda to spend any more time feeling distraught.

She took a deep breath and forced a confident smile on her face before she said, "Don't worry about me.Auntie, you're a good person.I won't betray you no matter what happens."

Wanda raised her hand and promised her.

The cleaner only sighed heavily.

"Hurry up and go in.If you delay any further, the others might see you."

Wanda's eyes suddenly became alert, and her adrenaline pumped through her veins.She felt like she would burst.

The only thing she could do was shuddering and saying repeatedly, "Okay, okay! Thank you, thank you so much!"

The cleaner didn't reply to her.She only pulled up her thick mask hesitantly and gestured for Wanda to move faster.

Wanda didn't dare delay herself any further.She hid in the cloth basket of the cleaning trolley, folding her body to fit in the tiny space.

"Are you good?"the cleaner asked in a trembling voice.

"I'm good, thank you,"Wanda replied in a whisper.

She clenched her fists and willed herself to be brave.

The cleaning trolley staggered out of the restroom onto the second floor.

When her supervisor received a notice from the private room, he was now yelling frantically, "Wanda! Wanda! Has anyone seen her?"

Wanda could feel the cleaner's hands shaking as she pushed the trolley.

approached the cleaning

tightly, feeling the slick of sweat

nails dug so deeply into her palms that a row of red marks lined her

was stunned

adrenaline didn't allow for her to

her fists tightly and wished

just a waitress who wanted to

be willing to help her when she

No.3 Mansion.It would be easy for the cleaner to go back on her

cold sweat developing on her back.The trolley moved slower, which made her frantic, but there

was to Say a

cleaner only slowed for

herself

trolley into

the foreman was moving

the

anxiety ceased a

escape from the

her small victory didn't last

soon as she heard the elevator door open in front of her, she heard a strange voice

heard Quincy's name, her whole body

met the person she was dreading the most, though he did not know

"Yes."

charming, like the sound of a piano's

response was brief and direct

the moment she heard his voice, his deep and frightening eyes flashed in

if he could see through

had come to this, it would be better for Quincy to have a good time, get drunk, and learn about her escape

give her

she felt her scalp tingling and her breath going

something bad was