FreeGoodNovelChapter 1372 She was so freaked out she was practically tearing her hair out. After pacing a bit, she suddenly heard sdude's voice behind her.
Jumping, she glanced at her phone. The translationwas still running, and the guy yelled, "Stop." She froze. Before she could even turn around, the guy was already up in her face, blocking her way.
He was this middle-aged dude, probably in his fifties, rocking white mourning clothes, but he had this air about him that screamed he wasn't just sregular Joe. Quinn stashed her phone and looked up at him.
The guy started talking, but she had no clue what he was saying.
She stayed quiet for a sec, then waved her hand around. She saw confusion flash in his eyes.
He gave her a once-over, looking all suspicious, and then spoke again.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt wasn't rocket science to figure out he was asking, "Mute?" Quinn quickly nodded and made srandom hand gestures, knowing he wouldn't get it anyway.
She couldn't understand him either, so they were just wasting time.
But when he asked if she was there for the funeral, he saw right through her act and grabbed her wrist. Quinn freaked out.
Just as he was about to drag her away, two more people crunning over and said something to him. The guy frowned, handed Quinn over to them, told them to take her away, and then walked off.
Quinn was held, feeling all kinds of anxious, with a bit of cold sweat on her forehead.
She had no clue where they were taking her. Were they gonna off her? Luckily, they didn't kill her but locked her in a room.
The room was empty except for srandom junk. She tugged at the door, but it was locked from the outside.
She tried the windows next, but they were all locked too.
She sighed, found an empty box, and plopped down on it.
They probably didn't have tto deal with her right now, so they just locked her up.
She looked at the window above her. She lost track of time, watching the sunlight fade as the outside world got darker. It was already night.
She leaned against the wall. It was so quiet she could hear a pin drop. Slowly, her eyelids started to droop. Just as she was about to doze off, the sound of the door opening jolted her awake. She looked sharply at the door.
Two bodyguards walked in, and she looked away, disappointed.
The bodyguards took her out, leading her through about four courtyards to a bright and spacious living room.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs soon as she stepped in, she saw a circle of people sitting inside.
Several pairs of eyes landed on her, making her feel all kinds of pressure.
But she still stared back at them, her gaze sweeping over the room. When she saw the person sitting on then right, her breath caught, and her fingers instinctively clenched her sleeve. Alexander was wearing a black suit, with a mourning ribbon tied around his waist, and the collar of a black shirt peeking out. He had also changed his hairstyle. It was no longer meticulously groomed, and his hair fell messily over his forehead.
Whether it was because of the hairstyle or something else, his whole vibe seemed different.
He no longer had that casual indifference, nor did he exude an intimidating presence at first glance.
Now, he radiated a detached coolness.
But he didn't look at her. His eyes were downcast as he casually flipp through a book. He sat there, seemingly inconspicuous, yet flipped impossible to ignore. "Who are you?" a voice asked.
Quinn heard the familiar language and was slightly startled. She m Wher gaze from Alexander and looked at the person who had spoken.
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