Previous chapter:
Chapter 182: Verdict
Next chapter:
Chapter 184: Next Morning
PREVIEW
... top ringing, sharp and wrong and endless.
The two staffers stood frozen at the lip of the stage, badges twisted wild on their lanyards, faces drained white as hospital sheets, sweat cutting clean lines down temples, hands trembling so hard one guy’s walkie-talkie slipped and clattered loud across the marble like a gunshot in church.
The hall had flipped from victory roar to graveyard silence in one brutal heartbeat. Phones froze mid-air.
Mouths hung open. Eyes bulged.
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
























