Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Chapter 609

When Sydney woke again, the world around her lay in shadow. A stairway with a metal railing rose in the distance, and faint light spilled down from somewhere above.

It was a basement. That fact alone told her nothing about where she was.

The bespectacled man had used brutal force. Her neck still throbbed. Strangely, no one had restrained her.

She pushed herself up from a dark red leather sofa, rubbed her neck, and took a cautious step toward the stairs.

No one stopped her.

She emerged from the basement into a vast, ornate villa hall lit by low lamps. There were no guards, and the space lay in complete silence

Sydney clenched her fist and sprinted for the entryway without hesitation.

as her fingers brushed the cold metal handle,

lunged

The first thing she saw was a pair of eyes

She froze.

softly. "Take a guess, Ms. Wilson. How long do you think it will

was you," Sydney said,

phone call

the shadows. That was his style. That was how he operated. She had been careless. A chill crept up her spine. Tristan stepped inside at an unhurried

he asked, "Was my presence really that

advanced, and she retreated. As the door slowly closed behind him, she glimpsed a flashy McLaren parked

familiar. She could not place where she had seen it. 'Not at the launch event. Then when did | cross paths with Tristan before, even

moved to shield her stomach as she backed away. Then she asked

level of planning. Tristan noticed how she protected her abdomen. Something flickered in his eyes before he let out a cold