That night.
In a small alley of a casino in Las Vegas, a woman in high heels clumsily ran in the darkness.
Her face was painted with exquisite makeup, her hair meticulously curled, and she was wearing a well-fitted dress. Every detail was spot on.
However, her face was now twisted in fear. Her fifteen-centimeter high heels seriously hindered her running. But she didn't have time to remove them, she had to escape, or the man would not let her off.
Abigail Moore stumbled and bumped into a man.
She looked up in horror to see the man with the scarred face grab her by the neck and force her into a black sedan parked by the side of the road.
She screamed in fright, "Let me go, I belong to Old Sir Swallow, he won't let you get away with this!"
The man tightly gripped her neck, coldly saying, "Shut up! Say another word, and I'll sew your mouth shut!"
