They dispersed to drink and engage in games, while Atticus remained seated in a corner, devoid of any enthusiasm.


    Hannah’s earlier words echoed relentlessly in Atticus’s mind, chilling his heart with each repetition.


    He couldn’t shake the feeling that death was drawing nearer with every passing moment, casting suspicion on everyone around him.


    He felt on edge as a stunning woman in a seductive dress approached him, holding a drink in her hand.


    “Mr.


    Pearson, why are you all by yourself? Aren’t you here to join in the fun?”


    The woman’s fingers, delicate and soft, gently wrapped around Atticus’s neck as she spoke with a sweet and alluring voice.


    Offering the ss of wine to Atticus’s lips, she inquired, “Care to have a drink with me, Mr.RêAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only


    Pearson?”


    At that moment, Atticus couldn’t fathom indulging in a drink with her.


    Without a second thought, he pushed her hand away, asserting, “No, I’m not interested.


    Please keep your distance.


    ”


    She hadn’t expected Atticus’s sudden change from easy-going to this.


    The woman froze, but she wasn’t ready to leave just yet.


    She lingered near Atticus, unwilling to leave.


    “Why are you still here?” Atticus’s expression darkened as he questioned her presence.


    “Didn’t you hear me?”


    Clearly unsettled by Atticus’s stern demeanor, the woman awkwardly retreated, clutching the ss as she left.


    Atticus felt increasingly ufortable as he waited for Hannah.


    Even amidst the lively atmosphere of the room, he couldn’t muster any enthusiasm.


    It wasn’t until his phone rang again that Atticus seemed to perk up slightly.


    Hastily answering the call, he asked with caution, “Miss Moore! Have you arrived?”


    Hannah parked her car outside the bar and replied, “Yes,e out.


    ”


    “Miss Moore, I hate to ask, but could youe pick me up?”


    Following a brief silence, Hannah’s voice turned cold as she asked, “Did I hear correctly?”


    Hannah’s chilly demeanor left Atticus feeling helpless and intimidated.


    He pleaded, “Miss Moore… I’m genuinely afraid.


    Please, I implore you.


    After all, I sold that ind to your friend at a rock-bottom price.


    I’m not profiting from it at all.


    Could you pleasee inside and fetch me, for the sake of everything?”


    Hannah found the situation rather bothersome.


    While Hannah wasn’t one to easily show mercy, she realized that Atticus’s potential demise could lead to widespread panic.


    It was likely that the person behind this scheme intended to sow chaos, making it difficult for the police to gather clues.


    With this in mind, Hannah responded quietly, “I understand.


    Just let me know the room number.


    I’ll be there shortly.


    ”


    Atticus breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that Hannah had agreed to retrieve him.


    “Inform the waiter of my name, and they’ll escort you upstairs.


    ”