Hailey Smith had already loosened the rope around his feet, but he hadn't moved earlier.
At this moment, Hardy was lying on the chair, looking content, his eyes almost closed.
Hailey Smith slowly slipped his feet out of the rope.
Silently, he got up and moved gradually towards the door.
He wasn't trying to escape; there was a time bomb on him. As long as the other party pressed the remote control, he would die. Running out of the room was useless, but he had to notify the people coming to rescue him.
Hailey Smith moved step by step, his body bound, his hands tied behind his back. The floor was littered with trash, and Hailey inadvertently stepped on a snack bag, producing a faint noise.
Hailey Smith stiffened and turned his head, meeting the gaze of Hardy, who was already looking at him with an expression both alert and dazed.
