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.

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

can it be

and although his health was not the best, he remained calm even

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

His gaze darkened.

of fear

Mark turned his gaze toward Johnny, his voice steady as he said, “This is my home.

his

Mark manage to find this place? Wasn’t

you

on his walking stick, completely

subordinates were forced

come any further. Weapons don’t discriminate. You’re not young anymore. There’s no need

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

move forward,

next. Should we take action? But this man is, nominally, Heather’s father at present! If we don’t, then what are

the tip of his blade. “Listen, young man. Whatever you’re planning

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

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