A cold glint flashed in Leona Grant's eyes.
He'd make sure anyone who dared to scheme against him would die a very methodical death.
"I've figured out the rules of the maze. Keep up!"
After saying this, Leona Grant grabbed Annabelle Linton's wrist and led the way forward, shining his flashlight ahead.
'It's so dark. I have to hold on to her; what would I do if she got lost?'
Annabelle tried to pull away, but his grip was tight.
'We can't stay in a place like this for long. Besides, I know his type. The more I fight back, the tighter he'll hold on.'
Since he wasn't going to let go anyway, Annabelle decided not to waste any more time struggling.
Leona Grant led them through a series of twists and turns. Their pace was erratic—sometimes they would wait, other times they would hurry. A few minutes later, they stopped in front of a solid wall.
Then, the wall slowly slid open, and a sliver of light streamed in.
Leona Grant instinctively glanced at Annabelle.
