The headlights of the vintage car pierced through the curtain of rain.
A luxurious old-fashioned car arrogantly parked in front of her.
Bald Snake stepped down, his gigantic body making the small umbrella he was holding look like a hat, a stark mismatch.
He respectfully opened the front passenger door, and the wicked man got out of the car.
Anna Jadwin's face turned pale, her gaze blurred as it swayed.
A smile hooked on his lips, "Since you're here, why are you leaving again?"
Bald Snake diligently held the umbrella behind him.
"If Mr. Cameron won't let me in, I guess… the bet is void, right?" She spoke lightly and kept walking.
He blocked her with his arm, "When the bet is void, I will decide."
"Maxwell Cameron, I hate you!" Anna Jadwin's throat tightened.
She had exerted all her strength to escape from The Baileys' Manor, only to be treated like this.
It was as if the last shred of faith of a desperate person had been pulled away!
