His Dangerous Love

Chapter 34 Couldn't She be so Unlucky, Right

Chapter 34 Couldn't She be so Unlucky, Right?

"What's wrong?"

Elianna's voice was hoarse.

Jefferson didn't answer, and he put on his shirt, "Wait here."

Elianna nodded. She couldn't stand up in such a short time.

Just as her fingertips touched the clothes, Jefferson added a comment.

"No need to wear clothes."

Elianna was speechless.

After Jefferson left, the air became quiet.

Ignoring his words, Elianna put the clothes back on.

Jefferson didn't say what he was going to do, but she vaguely heard words like "run away" and "disappeared."

She didn't have much interest in investigating it, as long as it had nothing to do with her.

Just now, with the adrenaline rushing, she didn't feel it, but now that she had calmed down. Elianna felt extremely dehydrated. Her throat felt as dry as if it were smoking.

She walked around the room and only found a few bottles of strong liquor and a locked safe.

Pushing open the door, Elianna planned to go out and find some water to drink.

This floor seemed even more deserted than downstairs. Each door was pitch black, blending in with the same color walls.

The doors didn't even have handles, and if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't even notice that there were doors.

Elianna was a little hesitant to continue. This corridor looked almost identical, and leaving this door meant she might not be able to find her way back.

Just as she was about to retreat, a figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Ms. Gentry, do you have any orders?"

Elianna was startled, looking left and right. She was completely unable to figure out where he had come from.

The man in front of her had a spiky hairdo, and his muscular frame stretched out the half-sleeves of his shirt, revealing a large tattoo on the connecting part of his arm and wrist.

Elianna's head spun as she carefully considered her tone.

"Excuse me, do you have any water here?"

"Yes."

The man nodded and turned to leave.

Elianna looked at his towering figure, and she was secretly amazed.

Just as she was about to enter and wait for him, a faint voice called her to a stop.

"Help me."

Elianna looked around before noticing a person huddled in the corner.

The person was small in stature and not very noticeable when huddled there.

"Who are you?"

Seeing Elianna respond, the girl seemed to have caught a lifeline and knelt directly at her feet.

"Sister, please help me. I was kidnapped. They forced me to entertain clients, but I don't want to. Please, I'm begging you."

The girl looked barely of age, and her face was frighteningly thin. And her dirty clothes splattered with bloodstains.

Entertaining clients?

Elianna hesitated. She knew the depth of Eclipse, but she didn't know how deep it went.

Most importantly, this was Jefferson's place.

As the girl pleaded, she kept looking back, "Sister, please let me in. Otherwise, that person will come back, and I will die. I will really die."

...

"How many died?"

"Four died. Two died from knife wounds, and two died from strangulation."

The room was in a mess, and Jefferson pressed his tongue against his cheek, "Impressive."

He looked at the few people inside the house who were bowing their heads and said, "You guys are quite capable too. So many people couldn't keep an eye on just one."

The people in the room didn't dare to respond, each of them shrinking their necks.

Albert explained dryly, "We thought she was just a wild girl, and we didn't expect her to be skilled."

"It's quite interesting that she was able to stay hidden for so long."

Jefferson kicked the dead body covered in a white cloth on the ground, "With these skills, she could have escaped long ago. Why drag it out until now?"

Albert paused for a moment, then he suddenly shouted into the walkie-talkie.

"Damn it, she hasn't left yet. Quickly find her!"

Jefferson narrowed his eyes and grabbed Albert by the collar.

Albert was about to run out when Jefferson yanked him back, narrowly choking him.

"Jeff?"

"Go straight to the top floor."

"The top floor?"

Albert didn't understand, but he instinctively followed Jefferson's instructions.

While calling for people on the walkie-talkie, he thought. Hey, wasn't Ms. Gentry on the top floor? Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Couldn't she be so unlucky, Right?