However, she had barely left the wheelchair when her legs crumbled under her weight as she fell over.

“Solomon George!” Sasha panted as she pulled herself up by grabbing the wheelchair. Behind her moist eyes lay hatred like never before.

She was right; her captor was indeed Solomon.

When she was at the Empire State Tower the other day, the real reason for Sasha’s unexpected haste up to the storeroom and successful location of Sebastian was due to a deal she had made with Solomon.

Sasha had had the foresight of expecting such an outcome.

Having run out of the cafe after overhearing the conversation between the two women, she had come up with an idea on her way to Empire State Tower

 

The hostility Solomon had toward Sebastian was obvious.

And the matter went out of control after Solomon made the call.

 

That alone was enough to rouse Sasha’s suspicions,

However, she was not sure of the reason for Solomon’s hostility. Nevertheless, the video puzzled her as she could not figure out how Solomon obtained it.

It became clear upon Sasha’s arrival at Empire State Tower where she saw Solomon’s car.

What an odd coincidence for his car to be here as well.

guise of the crowd. She was shocked at how easily the police had changed directions and swarmed into the building after he

his influence

is his true motive in all of

ponder over it. The only way to stop him was for her to warn him. Thus, she gave him a

never forgive you for as long as I

at receiving an unexpected phone call from her. She watched him wind down the window

“I’m going up immediately.

that, she hung up and dashed

the Tower fell silent at her entrance. The cops who had seen her intrude were glaring at her in an unfriendly

not dare raise a hand

after, she had arrived at the storeroom with the intention of searching for

that Sebastian would have had lost his mind when she had found him. The bullet he

the

wheelchair,

two hours

gentle concern, he came straight to

are your favorite along with some

as if the incidents at Empire State Tower had never

her hollow gaze at the bamboo trees outside the

remained lush and green. The dense willowy leaves allowed thin rays of the afternoon sun to pass through, looking just like the bamboo tree at the Wand residence that Sasha had planted in her younger

“Nancy?” Solomon prompted.

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