Dead End (7)

He handed one of the glasses to Doris. "Have a glass of warm water to warm yourself up."

As Doris reached out to take it, she could not help but sigh softly. Soon, a mocking smile flashed across her pale face. "Who would have thought that I, Doris, of the royal bloodline, who should have been...would fall to this stage too?"

"Miss, perhaps things will take a turn for the better!" Glenn did not know how he should console her either. At this point, if they could escape safely, they would already be very fortunate.

Doris shook her head and laughed coldly. "Take a turn for the better? If things hadn't gone wrong on Alex's end, this could all still have been possible. Now, there's no counting on them anymore. There's no way my father will help intervene in this. Right now, I truly understand what it means to be up the creek without a paddle."