This order was ruthless.
It clearly showed no regard for Andriya's life.
She felt like a used rag, nonchalantly thrown away after use.
All kinds of emotions welled up in her heart.
Frustration, depression, rage, hatred, regret...
She really resented this order.
But could Andriya refuse?
She couldn't!
She was already deeply involved, unable to extricate herself. She could only watch herself helplessly being driven step by step into the abyss.
"Collen, let's quicken our pace."
Andriya took a few deep breaths to adjust her emotions and spoke in the calmest tone possible.
She wanted to end this ordeal as soon as possible.
As long as there was a result, that would suffice.
No matter what her outcome would be, at least she wouldn't have to live in constant dread and fear like she was now.
"Alright."
Dalton walked ahead, sulking and leading the way. When he responded, he didn't even turn his head.
