CHAPTER 141

In her frantic rush towards the exit, Emily's heart raced with fear and urgency, but her momentum was abruptly halted by a firm grip around her wrist.

Startled, she whirled around to find herself confronted by a man with a weathered face, a prominent scar running down one side.

With tear-filled eyes, Emily looked at the man and pleaded, "Please, let me go." She glanced anxiously over her shoulder, searching for any sign of William's arrival. "He'll be here any moment, please..."

But the man shook his head, his smirk widening as he replied,

"Why? You Going somewhere?" he inquired with a smirk, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he held onto her wrist tighter.

A wave of relief washed over William as he witnessed the janitor's timely intervention.

He had generously compensated the man to ensure smooth execution of his plan, including thorough room cleaning the following day to erase any traces of evidence.

Now, it appeared his foresight had proven fruitful, confirming the wisdom of