"Follow me."
Julian Johnsons suddenly grabbed her hand, his palm carrying the unique hardness and heat of a man, like a layer of flames, scorching her delicate skin.
And she unexpectedly forgot to resist, allowing herself to be pulled away by him.
Just letting him domineeringly hold her tightly, heading towards the entrance of a pitch-black, crooked building that looked like it could collapse at any moment.
She foresaw and said, "It's been a few hours since it happened. Are you sure my mom is still here?"
"Not sure," Julian admitted frankly.
"But this was the last location she appeared on surveillance, right?" Isabella Lindsey conducted her own deductive analysis.
"Yes," Julian confirmed.
"Then let's go up and take a look."
Isabella's sweaty jade hand was still tightly grasped by him. The two fumbled their way upstairs in the dark, with not a glimmer of light; evidently, the voice-activated lights here were broken.
They hadn't climbed many steps.
