"Boss, you…"
BANG—
Grace Winslow was about to speak when a loud bang suddenly came from outside.
Her heart trembled.
The man on top of her frowned, then quickly got up and left.
She could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
She scrambled up, untied the ropes on her feet, and looked around. Spotting a wooden stick in the corner, she quickly picked it up for self-defense.
From outside came the shouts of the scar-faced man from before, along with another voice that sounded somewhat familiar.
Grace Winslow slowly crept toward the door.
Just as she reached it, a dark figure flew backward and slammed heavily onto the ground.
She jumped in fright. Seeing someone was about to enter, she instinctively raised the wooden stick in her hands and swung it down.
"Grace Winslow?"
The next moment, a familiar voice rang out from the doorway.
Grace Winslow let out the breath she had been holding.
