Just when Amanda Smith thought he was going to let her go, the man suddenly pulled out a gun and pressed it against her forehead.
"!"
She looked at him in terror, wondering what this guy was up to.
"Come with me inside," the bodyguard said sharply, "If Mr. Jordan lets you go, we'll let you go."
Mr. Jordan?
Who's that?
With a gun pressed to her forehead, Amanda Smith didn't dare to breathe loudly—it was pure misfortune that she had stumbled upon this situation.
"I really just got lost, no one sent me here..." she tried to explain with all her might, but the other party seemed to not hear her words at all. He moved behind her, had another person search her, and then pressed the gun to her back, signaling her to walk forward.
Amanda didn't dare to resist; as someone who had handled a gun before, she knew all too well how terrifying the weapon could be. She glanced back, the hallway was deserted—no one was coming after her.
