Chapter 159 He Will Come

Dusk gradually fell. A black Bentley wove through traffic at high speed. Rhett's hand gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turned white. With one hand on the wheel, he picked up his phone with the other and dialed the number engraved in his memory. The earpiece emitted a steady, cold beeping, yet no one answered. A powerful sense of dread surged up from within him. Lila would never ignore his call for no reason, especially not in a place like the Hart residence. He dialed again. This time, what came through the receiver was an even more chilling mechanical female voice. "The number you have dialed is not in service." Rhett's gaze darkened in an instant. He slammed his foot on the accelerator and picked up speed again. … In a dim storage room of the Hart residence, Lila lay limp on the floor. The moon-white gown on her body was stained with dust. The phone in her pocket was stubbornly buzzing, jarringly loud in the dead-quiet room. Erin crouched down. A sickly