He extinguished the cigarette butt and walked step by step until he stood before Emily Stone, looking down at her.
In the dim light at his feet, the woman's small face was swollen, her neck covered in bloodstains, her body shivering uncontrollably—it was a truly pitiable sight.
Chester Hanson looked at her intently; even he, always so cruel and resolute, felt a pang of pity, after all, Nancy Yancey's vendetta had nothing to do with Emily Stone.
She was innocent, unfortunately having witnessed their conversation, learning of Chester Hanson's true identity!
"Emily Stone, take care of yourself." The man turned to leave and just before he did, his right hand rummaged through his pocket and the phone inside dropped to the ground.
With a "snap," the sound was particularly sharp, echoing in the secret room.
Chester Hanson lowered his eyes, not staying a moment longer, and strode out of the secret room…
