Chapter 83 Guest

Emery tried hard to remember him, convinced she had never crossed paths with such a rugged and intimidating person. Who was he? In the dimly lit corner, a sudden gust of cold wind swept through, causing the shadows of the trees above Emery to sway and rustle. She was startled, and her face turned even paler. As she faced the man, her first thought was that a criminal had arrived in Clarkbrook Village—someone who had thoroughly investigated everyone here and was just waiting for nightfall to strike. Emery bit her lip and said cautiously, "You've got the wrong person, sir. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now." The man blocked her path again. "Wait a minute. Did I say you could leave?" Emery's breath caught in her throat. She wanted to run, but fear paralyzed her. She was rooted to the spot, her legs weak as she watched the burly man close in step by step helplessly. When they were less than an inch apart, she felt as if her throat had been gripped by an invisible hand