Emma Hart and Mrs. Harris fabricated a quick lie and rushed out the door, hailing a taxi to the desolate destination.
Overgrown weeds and desolation surrounded the old warehouse, giving off an eerie vibe.
Crows circled ominously in the sky, as if carrying ominous tidings.
Emma Hart stared at the warehouse's decrepit, rust-streaked door, exerting herself to force it open.
As it gave way, a blinding light spilled out, revealing Ethan Turner on the ground, his mouth gagged, limbs bound tightly.
"Unexpectedly, you really came here?" The man swaggered towards Emma, unmistakably one of the individuals from yesterday.
"Didn't I give you money yesterday?"
His laughter was insolent and mocking. "Seems I miscalculated. The kid still owes us half a million. You planning to settle his debt too?"
