She was so freaked out she was practically tearing her hair out. After pacing a bit, she suddenly heard some dude''s voice behind her.


    Jumping, she nced at her phone. The trantion app was still running, and the guy yelled, "Stop."


    She froze. Before she could even turn around, the guy was already up in her face, blocking her way.


    He was this middle-aged dude, probably in his fifties, rocking white mourning clothes, but he had this air about him that screamed he wasn''t just some regr Joe. Quinn stashed her phone and looked up at him.


    The guy started talking, but she had no clue what he was saying.


    She stayed quiet for a sec, then waved her hand around. She saw confusion sh in his eyes.


    He gave her a once-over, looking all suspicious, and then spoke again.


    It wasn''t rocket science to figure out he was asking, "Mute?"


    Quinn quickly nodded and made some random hand gestures, knowing he wouldn''t get it anyway.


    She couldn''t understand him either, so they were just wasting time.


    But when he asked if she was there for the funeral, he saw right through her act and grabbed her wrist. Quinn freaked out.


    Just as he was about to drag her away, two more people came running over and said something to him.


    The guy frowned, handed Quinn over to them, told them to take her away, and then walked off.


    Quinn was held, feeling all kinds of anxious, with a bit of cold sweat on her forehead.


    She had no clue where they were taking her. Were they gonna off her?


    Luckily, they didn''t kill her but locked her in a room.


    The room was empty except for some random junk. She tugged at the door, but it was locked from the outside.


    She tried the windows next, but they were all locked too.Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.


    She sighed, found an empty box, and plopped down on it.


    They probably didn''t have time to deal with her right now, so they just locked her up.


    She looked at the window above her. She lost track of time, watching the sunlight fade as the outside world got darker. It was already night.


    She leaned against the wall. It was so quiet she could hear a pin drop. Slowly, her eyelids started to droop.


    Just as she was about to doze off, the sound of the door opening jolted her awake. She looked sharply at the door.


    Two bodyguards walked in, and she looked away, disappointed.


    The bodyguards took her out, leading her through about four courtyards to a bright and spacious living room.


    As soon as she stepped in, she saw a circle of people sitting inside.


    Several pairs of eyesnded on her, making her feel all kinds of pressure.


    But she still stared back at them, her gaze sweeping over the room. When she saw the person sitting on the right, her breath caught, and her fingers instinctively clenched her sleeve. Alexander was wearing a ck suit, with a mourning ribbon tied around his waist, and the cor of a ck shirt peeking out.


    He had also changed his hairstyle. It was no longer meticulously groomed, and his hair fell messily over his forehead.


    Whether it was because of the hairstyle or something else, his whole vibe seemed different.


    He no longer had that casual indifference, nor did he exude an intimidating presence at first nce.


    Now, he radiated a detached coolness.


    But he didn''t look at her. His eyes were downcast as he casually flipped through a book. He sat there, seemingly inconspicuous, yet impossible to ignore. "Who are you?" a voice asked.


    Quinn heard the familiarnguage and was slightly startled. She withdrew her gaze from Alexander and looked at the person who had spoken.