"..."
A familiar voice rang out. A suffocating feeling washed over her, and Mia Grant's hand, gripping the doorknob, began to tremble.
Her lips moved, but no sound came out.
It had been a long time since her legs had felt this weak.
If her hand wasn't still gripping the doorknob, she would have already crumpled to the floor.
The room fell silent for a moment.
Perhaps because he'd waited too long for her response, the man's fingertips twitched.
The next moment, the lights flared on.
The light was blinding. Caught completely off guard, Mia was exposed under the glare, feeling as if she were stark naked. The light burned her exposed skin, sending a sharp, dull ache through her heart.
She instinctively squeezed her eyes shut.
Then, she heard a soft click. Sensing the change in the surrounding light, she slowly opened her eyes a crack, squinting at the crystal chandelier overhead.
