At the Chester Mansion Dungeon
Marilyn (continued)
The woman stepped inside first, followed closely by the terrifying man whose gaze alone felt like a blade pressed to my throat. I stood frozen in the corner, every muscle locked in terror, unable to move.
“Who are you?” I managed to force out, the words scraping past my dry throat.
No one answered.
I couldn’t bear to meet his eyes, so I dragged my gaze to the poised woman beside him. She wore thin spectacles perched on her nose, exuding calm professionalism. His secretary, maybe. Which meant he could be one of my father’s business rivals, someone powerful enough to pull something like this.
“What do you want from me—” I started again, but his voice cut through like a whip.
“You will not speak unless I tell you to.”
I swallowed hard
