Anna Jadwin seemed to sense someone watching her, and with a faint glance, she saw a tall figure standing at the far end of the corridor, wearing sunglasses, with a cold yet handsome demeanor.
The elevator doors slowly closed.
A fleeting glimpse...
Charles Harrington's eyes shot a cold light as the vague silhouette in his mind seemed to overlap and approached him in a haze:
"I've always been waiting for you... When will you come to find me...?"
Charles Harrington clutched his agonizing head and suddenly ran toward the elevator—
The elevator doors closed in front of him; he threw himself against them, pounding the doors forcefully with his fists.
The numbers on the elevator floor indicator were already descending.
Charles's hand pressed another elevator's button, frantically jabbing at it.
Yet he could only watch powerlessly as the elevator descended further, until it reached the first floor.
Bang!