A torrential downpour fell from the sky. The weather hadn't been clear for days.
Megan Kane had gained a brief moment of freedom, but unfortunately, her mission failed. She was captured on her way to report him and dragged back.
Jason Forrester calmly ate his noodles, not even glancing at Megan Kane, who was tied to a chair.
Megan Kane couldn't be bothered to struggle anymore. Kill her, torture her—she was at his mercy.
"So you can't even be bothered to explain yourself?"
"Do you really think that just because I love you, I won't kill you?"
"Megan Kane, my patience is limited. This is not the first time you've pushed my buttons. You took this to report me, didn't you?"
"What? You think you'll have it easy if I'm locked up?"
"I'll give you three minutes to speak. If you're still silent, I'll use tape to sew your mouth shut."
"Once it's sewn, we'll start the clock at three hours."
