Adele's stomach churned at their vulgar words, but she forced herself to keep her expression neutral.
Showing any reaction—disgust, anger, even shock—could only make things worse.
Ross, however, remained eerily calm.
If he felt any shame or discomfort at being exposed in such a way, he didn't show it.
Instead, he let out a slow breath and met Adele's gaze with an intensity that sent an unexpected shiver down her spine.
"We'll get through this, Adele. I already sent a signal to my men. They'll be here," he muttered under his breath, his voice low enough that only she could hear.
Adele clenched her fists. Hope sprang in her heart and she did not let her excitement show.
She did not know how Ross was able to call for help but she trusted him.
To lose hope in this kind of dire situation was a path to certain death.
She knew what was at stake.
