Chapter 161 Asking for It

A soft click came from the lock, followed by a faint—barely perceptible—metallic scrape. Each of the tiny sounds felt like a mallet beating against Lila's heart. Someone outside was picking the lock! Ignoring the searing pain in her palms, Lila braced both hands on the table and forced herself upward with everything she had. The drug wreaked havoc in her body, leaving her limbs feeling heavy and weak. Her sweat, mixed with blood, slid down her temple and blurred her vision. All she had to rely on to inch herself upward was her unyielding willpower. Faster… She needed to move a little faster. With a deafening crash, the flimsy wooden door was kicked wide open. At that exact moment, Lila had gotten half her body leaning out of the window. With a gust of sharp, icy night air on her face, it helped clear her dazed mind for a moment. Instinctively, she looked down and noticed that a familiar black Bentley had just pulled up to the Hart residence. The door of the car opened, and