Chloe Marshall froze, then turned around sheepishly. "Sorry, I'm in the wrong restroom."
She took a step forward and glanced at the restroom sign. That's when she realized she wasn't the one who was wrong—he was. This was clearly the women's restroom.
"I told you to stop!" the man behind her said, walking hurriedly toward her.
Of course, Chloe Marshall didn't just stand there. She sprinted out in her high heels, her heart pounding with guilt. She had overheard something she wasn't supposed to.
Seeing her run, the man gave chase.
Chloe Marshall couldn't run fast in her heels, so she kicked them off and bolted toward the door of their private room.
Just as she knocked, the man caught up.
He grabbed her from behind, clamping a hand over her mouth and nose.
Chloe Marshall smashed the high heels she was holding over his head. He cursed but didn't let go.
The door swung open. Seeing the struggle, Nora Ainsworth pulled out a knife and plunged it into the man's back.
