The Wrong Woman

After two hours, Liam opened the door.

A couple of men with guns stood there.

"Not bad, Liam. Is the woman still standing after being in there for so long?" one of them teased.

He shot him a shallow smile. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Mick had us come over to see if you're finished with her. If you are, we'll bring her over to his room.”

His face darkened slightly. He looked back at the room and said, "I'll bring her myself."

"Alright," the two said in unison.

Liam was deep in thought for a moment before he turned and walked back in. He then came out with Suzanne in tow, yanking her roughly by the arm

Suzanne's hair was tousled, and her clothes were disheveled. She lifted her head and glanced at the sky toward Norvania in fear.

She didn't know if she could rely on Liam to make it out of there alive. She'd only hoped that Nathan got the message and was looking for ways to save her.

In front of the wooden house, Mick's eyes glistened at the sight of Liam dragging Suzanne over to him. A smug grin was plastered on his face. "How was she?" he asked casually as he smoked a cigarette.

Liam smiled lightly at him in return. "Very nice. Thank you, Mick."

latter stood up and yanked on his

wave of disgust washed over her. Liam's gaze darkened, and he opened his mouth

"What?"

woman at his side. Her body was trembling, and

asked her. Turns out this woman is a chemist from Sunterland. She's able to fix the batch of goods that we previously

bald man stared at Suzanne dumbfoundedly. "She

let her have a

greasy head gleefully

brought

the drug-manufacturing factory, she was rendered speechless. Anger bubbled within

people would this

the warehouse laboratory, Mick pointed at a bag of powder. "Give it a

calmed herself down. "I don't take drugs.” "I'm not asking you to. This thing kills

the water inside the cup

step

picked up a bit of

like it started to generate heat as soon as it came in contact with the skin. A faint smoke