Chapter 59 Planning My Escape

Any flicker of intent in her mind would be instantly detected by these men. Having once attempted to flee, she was yanked by the hair and slapped hard—then two bullets cracked the floor just before her feet. A broken Chinese warning: "Next time you run, these bullets go straight into your heart." These men were expert marksmen. Despite multiple escape attempts, Vivian failed each time, forced to follow them obediently while waiting for a better chance. After all, no matter how fast she ran, she couldn't outrun a bullet. She wasn't ready to die—not yet. "These people… are mercenaries." Sherry sat on the floor. Seeing that Vivian wasn't some helpless woman, she realized that if she stayed silent, they might be trapped here forever. Reluctantly, she said, "I angered their boss, so they've gone to great lengths to bring me back." As she spoke, Vivian stood close, studying Sherry's face. An instinct told her Sherry was lying. But Vivian knew Sherry had no intention of telling the truth—so s