Chapter 199
Stephanie's point of view
My eyes darted to the clock on the wall; the hands were almost touching 6:00 AM. At that exact second, a fresh weight crashed down on my shoulders like a boulder. I remembered the insufferable Vincent and his demanding temper. He had set a strict condition for me to arrive at the company at exactly 7:30 AM, and had even tasked me with driving to his house to pick him up myself, as if I were his personal chauffeur. I felt a suffocating pressure tightening around my throat while I was still held hostage in this cursed house overflowing with filth.
With trembling legs, I walked toward the wardrobe, pulling the doors open quickly and grabbing my work attire with frantic, agitated movements. Suddenly, the bed behind me shifted with a soft rustle, and Alexander slowly lifted his head. He peered at me with sleepy, confused eyes, murmuring in a groggy tone: "Steph... what are you doing?"
