Meanwhile, Josie had been bound to a chair for two full days. Her entire body was numb as she stared blankly at the images on the television screen.

It was unclear how much she had watched.

The camera focused on the lively guests. Dexter and Heather were not present. Josie presumed they were preparing.

It’s happening soon…

Josie could clearly sense the nervousness in Johnny and his subordinates.

Unexpectedly, Josie felt relaxed. She couldn’t care less, knowing that there was no chance for redemption.

“Boss… what’s that sound…” one lackey asked Johnny, holding his breath to listen.

Johnny’s brow furrowed as he discerned the sporadic, weighty thuds of a walking stick hitting the floor, indicating the presence of someone using a walker.

“Someone’s coming!” Johnny exclaimed in alarm. He drew his knife, cautiously moving forward.

Josie furrowed her brows. She also heard the sound of the walking stick approaching, the disordered footfalls growing louder. Their intent was unmistakable. They were advancing in their direction.

canvas shoes. She continued to look up and saw a hunched figure, leaning on a walking stick. When her gaze

can it

not the

scanned the desolate, abandoned construction site, his gaze finally settling on Josie, who was

His gaze darkened.

hint of fear lingering in his voice.

as he said, “This is my home. If anyone should be

his memories. “Y-You’re Mark

on earth did Mark manage to find this place? Wasn’t it long since

you have quite a keen

his walking stick, completely disregarding

and his subordinates were

You’re not young anymore. There’s

now. There’s nothing I haven’t seen. Your mere knife can’t harm

move

do next. Should we take action? But this man is, nominally, Heather’s father

“Listen, young man. Whatever you’re planning to do

Josie. Her eyes unmistakably carried a trace of anticipation, but in an instant,

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