Sabrina Conner stood there, leaning against the boat's rail, catching the gaze of several men in black staring at her.
If her guess was correct, if she jumped down, she would probably be shot and turned into a beehive.
How could she manage to get the message out?
Sabrina was feeling quite troubled.
"Hey, what are you standing here for?" an unfamiliar man in black noticed Sabrina had been standing there for a long time and came over to ask, his tone guarded.
Sabrina didn't speak and turned to walk towards the cabin.
The small cabin could only fit a bed, with a half-meter aisle beside it, just that much space.
She lay on the bed, checked her phone, still no signal whatsoever.
What on earth should she do?
...
At Desmond Manor, with the moon high in the sky, the lake shimmering, the lotus in the lake blooming with unparalleled splendor.
Adrian Desmond and a beautiful woman stood by the lake, like a picture.
