The Second Heir

Chapter 127

Huff! Huff! Huff!

The alley was a labyrinth of darkness, its narrow confines casting shadows that swallowed the feeble glow of the streetlights. In this dimly lit maze, a figure clad in a smart secretary outfit dashed through the silence, her footsteps echoing in her ears like the pounding of a drum. She occasionally glanced over her shoulder, paranoia and fear etched across her face.

"Did I lose them?" she thought, her breath ragged.

As she ran, the alley stretched on endlessly, revealing no one in pursuit. The secretary figure, however, had no intention of slowing down; she couldn't afford to. Not until she reached a place to hide and catch her breath.

Finally, she spotted a small alcove, an unassuming gap in the brick wall that led into a tiny space between two buildings. It was a place that seemed custom-made for a desperate fugitive seeking refuge.

Without hesitation, she rushed into the alcove, seeking refuge in its narrow embrace. Her back pressed against the cool rough bricks,