Chapter 71

“What the hell?” John exclaimed as soon as he turned and saw Rhys. It was Brad who held him by his hand.

“What is going on? Let go of my hand,” John protested, but Brad had a firm grip on his hands and quickly dragged him into the nearest room. It was a store room in the Mansion.

“What are you doing?” John finally protested again, using his strength to break free from Brad’s grip. John was inflamed with anger, his face contorted with rage. His eyes bore into Brad’s like a lion ready to pounce on its prey.

“I am sorry about that,” Brad finally spoke, adjusting his black suit and tucking his right hand into his pants pocket.

John’s heart was pounding in his chest, each beat echoing like a war drum in the silence of the store room. The dim light cast eerie shadows on the walls, adding to the tense atmosphere.

He could feel the cold sweat trickling down his back, his muscles tensed as if ready for a fight. The air was thick with the scent of dust and old wood, mingling with the faint, mu
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