Having endured a bumpy journey, the helicopter flew back to Anderson Castle from the Ancient Village. The night sky, free from the ravages of the storm, was nothing but an endless stretch of stars and soft clouds.
The helicopter landed on the rooftop of Anderson Castle. The man, holding the girl's waist with one hand, descended the helicopter, his presence still exuding a chilling aura.
As they descended the stairs, he felt the movement of the girl in front of him, indicating she was likely waking up.
The glaring corridor lights, the familiar red carpet, and walls full of famous paintings brought Rosie Scott to her senses; she realized she had returned to Anderson Castle.
At this moment, she was still hanging onto the man.
She thought the person in front of her was Mr. Carey, and her heart was filled with shock. Had he actually brought her to Anderson Castle? Wasn't that tantamount to courting death?
