Pushed the door open and entered.
A large bulge rose from the quilt on the 2-meter bed as dim light seeped through it. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she hid under the quilt while she reached out with her soft little hand to grab tissues and wipe her tears as she video-chatted with a classmate.
"He's locked me in the house; I can't come to see you now."
The figures below were tall and dark with dense stubble, evidently not good people.
She concluded that these were definitely Schreyer's team members; she recognized the logo on their clothes.
Meikong Air Service Group, not under any country's control.
Although whichever boss had the money to hire them, they weren't necessarily willing to take on the job; it had to be for someone they respected.
The gossip online wasn't just empty talk, it turned out.
If she didn't stay put, they might just decide to send her head off to someone else to be boiled in a soup.
