Just as Wei Anning was consumed by panic, the elevator doors slowly opened. She looked up and saw a towering, burly foreigner blocking the elevator entrance—it was the assassin who had snuck into her room earlier.
Her almond-shaped eyes widened, fixed on the glittering blade he held, her heart gripped by an overwhelming sense of impending doom.
What should she do? Who would save her?
As soon as she snapped out of it, she frantically tried to press the close button. The man let out a sinister laugh, stretched his arm to stop the slowly closing elevator doors, then squeezed inside, completely cutting off her escape.
Wei Anning's heart sank to the depths of despair as she watched the man raise his dagger and lunge toward her. At that instant, she seemed to see death beckoning to her, along with Leng Youchen's sorrow-filled gaze.
