Chapter 570 The First Time She Saw His Face Clearly
Leaving meant at least there was a chance.
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Jean clenched her jaw, finally making up her mind, she pushed the window open as far as it would go and shakily climbed up onto the sill.
Outside, the night was heavy and dim.
She could just barely make out the outline of a large estate.
It wasn’t the same one where she’d been locked in the basement before.
Cold wind swept past the window; trees swayed in the dark, casting eerie shadows in the moonlight.
Jean gathered every ounce of strength in her body and jumped.
The moment her feet hit the ground, a jarring wave of pain and shock surged through her.
Luckily, the ground below was a bed of soft grass, which cushioned the fall somewhat.
But the pain refused to fade; it felt like her insides had been completely rattled.
She sat on the ground for a while, catching her breath.
Only after a long pause did she shakily push herself up and start walking forward, each step laced with pain.
The estate looked abandoned, sprawling, empty, silent.
Only the building in the center gave off any light at all, like a lighthouse on a dark sea.
Holding her breath, Jean pushed forward, step by agonizing step, toward that single source of light.
Eventually, she stumbled her way to the front of the building.
Bright light streamed out, but there was something chilling beneath it–something quiet and deeply unnerving.
Jean felt a knot of dread tighten in her chest.
She exhaled sharply, then forced herself to run toward the front doors.
It was an old villa, lavishly decorated yet steeped in gloom. In the very center of the grand hall,
A man in a suit sat leisurely in an armchair.
He seemed completely unsurprised by Jean’s arrival. His eyes curved slightly as he looked over at her.
His face was pale–so pale it looked almost lifeless.
He was handsome and refined, with a high nose bridge and thin metal–framed glasses. Beneath the lenses, his eyes were the color of the deepest, darkest night.
The way he stared at her made a chill creep down Jean’s spine.
“You’re…”
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Chapter 570 The First Time She Saw His Fane Clently
It was the first time she’d ever seen his face clearly.
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The same man who’d haunted her like a shadow–clinging to the Ginger family like some cursed specter.
“You came, just as I expected,” he said with a faint laugh, like it had all been preordained. “Sooner than I
1 thought.”
Of course. Jean’s face darkened slightly.
He’d left that window unlocked on purpose–led her here deliberately.
“Who the hell are you?”
Her voice was cold and steady.
But instead of answering, the man asked in return, “Aren’t you curious… about your mother, and your brother? How they’re doing?”
Jean’s heart seized up, her breath catching in her throat.
The one thing she’d feared most had come true.
Her mother and brother had already found this place–before she even woke up. And chances were…
They’d already come face to face with this man.
Jean shut her eyes for a moment, then glanced around the hall, searching for any sign of them.
But the space was empty–besides a few black–clad figures with obscured faces, the only one present was the man before her.
“Where are they?”
Jean clenched her fists, her voice trembling with fury as she all but growled the question.
The man smiled faintly; the glass of his lenses glinted with a dreamy sheen. “They care about you very
much…”
“Don’t give me that crap,” Jean cut him off, her tone sharp with irritation. “Just tell me where they are.”
His lips pressed into a thin line; the smile at the corners of his mouth slowly faded.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
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