She had just looked up when a line of burly men in black stood before her.
Their black tactical uniforms clung to their bodies, their faces hidden behind tactical sunglasses.
Before she could speak, they simultaneously parted to form a path.
The air seemed to freeze for an instant, even the wind ceased to flow.
Lana Lowell stood there in shock, her heartbeat suddenly racing.
An inexplicable fear shot up from her spine to her head.
She instinctively took half a step back, only to hear footsteps approaching from behind.
Someone was closing in from behind her.
Landon Lockwood strode over, emanating a chilling aura.
"Where's Cora Lowell?"
Before the words were finished, he grabbed Lana Lowell by the neck.
He lifted her entirely off the ground, her feet nearly a meter in the air.
Lana Lowell's feet flailed uselessly in the air, her heels clattering to the ground with a sharp "clack."
