Just as she was in the process of cutting those ropes, she heard something outside. It was the sound of footsteps. Within seconds, the door of the warehouse opened and some men walked in and a woman was leading them.
Angelina's eyes turned cold and looked at them entering the room. There were at least four to five men who looked like some local thugs. She noticed that one of the men had a tattoo on his bald head and seemed to be the leader of the gang looking at how others were closely following behind him.
"My, my, look who is here. Didn't I ask you to take good care of her? Afterall she is my precious pet." Melissa said while a malicious smile playing on her lips.
"You still haven't grown up. I have expected something better from you." Angelina retorted her with an amused smile on her face.
