The First Heir

On the way, she called Joel as well. She had been calling him over the past few days, but he never picked up.

Of course, Martha heard the rumor that the Harrises had moved away from Riverdale. Even Ronald’s company had supposedly moved away.

Naturally, Martha was worried.

Joel was her dream son-in-law, after all.

“Hey, we’re supposed to be going to the Hong Kong cafe. Where are you going?”

Martha looked out the window and realized that the cabbie was not going the right way. Where was he heading?

This was the road that led away from the city!

“Hey, do you know the way? If you don’t, I’m getting out!”

Martha had some harsh words for the cabbie. “What an idiot! Why drive a cab when you don’t even know the way? Are you trying to fleece me? I’m no tourist! Put on your meter, I’ll lodge a complaint later!”

and on from the

wore a cap

could he be a

get out! Let

sharply to the side. The entire car turned, and Martha’s head smashed into the door. Her vision

inside an abandoned factory. Her hands and legs were tied to

Mmmgh-mmgh-mgh!

a mess, and she kept mumbling into the tape, feeling

someone finally walked through the door. He held a

viciously ripped

Riiip!

skin on Martha’s lips immediately tore, and she began to bleed

“Ah! Help, help!”

took a deep gulp of air and instantly

to her

your breath. We’re more than twenty kilometers away