Chapter 187 The Woman of Maxwell Cameron

A click, a dim, bone lamp lit up.

The golden Tibetan mastiff curled up in the corner was disturbed by the light and slowly opened its crimson eyes.

Anna Jadwin's heart sank, instinctively grabbing the door handle, trying to get out.

Click, click, turning the handle several times, but the door wouldn't open.

How was she to know that the doors here can only be opened from the outside, and every time the janitor-esque figure enters, they had a large bunch of keys hanging from their waist.

Because there had been incidents of livestock escaping and injuring people in the past —

Sarah Bailey was well aware of this!

If Anna gets in, she can't get out!

"Eek eek..." A small monkey dangled from the lamp, swinging back and forth like playing on a swing, its hand clutching that chain.

Anna Jadwin turned pale, struggling to keep herself calm.