Bella stirred, blinking away the remnants of a deep sleep. As her eyes fluttered open, a jolt of surprise ran through her as she found herself in entirely different surroundings. It wasn't the oppressive environment she remembered being in. There was no smell of alcohol or cigarettes; instead, a soothing scent of expensive room freshener hung in the air.
Slowly, the disturbing incident came back to her— the coffee, the dizzying nausea, the chilling threat. The sad part was that she had failed to collect the key and the documents for her house. On top of that, her money was gone.
What was she going to do now?
Bella didn't have the courage to fix another meeting with those dangerous people. She had been on the verge of being raped and killed. Thanks to the man who had come at the right time and rescued her.
Who was the man?
As the question emerged in her mind, she vaguely remembered Theodore's face.
'Theodore!'
