The next moment, the door was kicked open!
The two men leered.
A defenseless woman, drugged and locked in a room—how could they not be tempted?
Especially since Miss Nelson had told them they could do whatever they wanted, and the Hanks family would clean up afterward.
Such a golden opportunity dropped in their laps—they hadn't hesitated to come. And now, just as Nelson had promised, Selina was sitting on the floor, seemingly unable to move.
"Miss Clark, there you are," one of the men sneered. "Pitch dark in here. We called for you—why didn't you answer?"
One of them rubbed his hands together, eager to advance.
Selina didn't move an inch.
Just as he lunged forward, she suddenly let out a soft laugh. "Who sent you?"
The man froze for a second, then remembered Riley's instructions. "Hanks. Of course it was Mr. Hanks."
