Chapter 91 Far, far Away

Mirabel raised the champagne bottle, and smashed it on the lady’s head. The woman jolted, letting out a shocked cry. But she swayed, and fell unconscious almost instantly, with the broken glass forming small bloody cuts on her temple. “Oh, what have I done… what have I done…!” Mirabel dropped the glass, in complete shock of what she had actually done. She had just hit someone on the head with a half-full champagne bottle. But what other choice did she have? She needed the phone and she could not afford to waste any time trying to get it another way. Glancing over her shoulder at the shut door, she listened to see if anyone had heard the smashing of the glass, or the woman's shout. There was nothing. Well, except for the man speaking frantic Russian on the other end of the line. Quickly, Mirabel pulled the phone out of the mess of broken glass, sheets soaked with champagne and blood droplets. She hung up on the man, and quickly tried to dial another number. She paused for a seco