Chapter 721

Chapter 721:
The beer had left its mark, exerting a potent impact. Though its alcoholic content was light, consuming it in excess led to inebriation.
Her face and entire being were hot. Squatting in the middle of the alley, she grew increasingly vexed.
The disparaging remarks made by those men had deeply unsettled her. Their words lingered uncomfortably, reinforcing the notion that she was naught but a pawn in Milton’s game. To both men and women, she was merely a plaything, a means to augment his wealth. Paisley had made…
Her disdain abundantly clear, belittling her in such a manner. Supposedly, Paisley aimed to gain her loyalty, but the notion was utterly absurd!
Inebriated and emboldened, she impulsively gave Milton a call without a second thought.
She reasoned that he was far away in Denm, incapable of taking any action against her. What could he possibly do if she had cast aside all his possessions?
To her astonishment, he had returned early, now standing at her home.
Oh, heavens!
She promptly terminated the call, her act a display of cowardice. The mere thought of it filled her with profound humiliation.
It was terrible enough to call him and be so direct, but to then hang up the phone like that would be much worse. What should she do? She buried her hands within her tousled hair, her mind a whirlwind of confusion. How could she navigate this situation? Should she return home now? Or should she go elsewhere?
Returning home would surely invite his wrath. She was sure about that. Most distressing of all, she dreaded the way he punished her.
The thought alone caused her cheeks to redden and her body to grow hotter.
Momentarily, he called her again.
She saw the incoming call but lacked the courage to answer, leaving her stranded in the wind, a disheveled mess. Rare were the instances when she summoned the audacity to defy and challenge him, but this time, she had been ensnared!
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Summoning her courage, Candice stood upright, shook her head, and quickened her pace.
Though her faculties had slightly returned, she remained somewhat tipsy.
As she walked, a feeling of unease washed over her. In the dimly lit alley, she sensed a presence tailing her from behind.
She pressed on, outwardly composed, while secretly retrieving a folding mirror from her bag. With the aid of a feeble streetlight, she glimpsed a dark shadow pursuing her at an angle through the reflection. A glimmer of silver on his hand caught her eye.
The person had a knife!
Alarm bells rang in her mind, and her senses sharpened.
Someone hostile was trailing her!
She was in grave danger.
In an instant, the shadow lunged forward, pressing the cold knife against her back.
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