The moment the plane door opened, a blast of cold air hit her.
Several stark, black sedans were parked around the aircraft, encircling it completely.
In front of the cars stood dozens of men in black suits, along with airport staff in their uniforms.
Jett Westgate stood right in the center of the crowd.
His expression was terrifyingly dark, and the oppressive aura emanating from him made everyone nearby instinctively bow their heads.
'This whole scene… This isn't a welcome party.'
She felt like he was about to kill someone.
"Get down."
He spoke, and though his voice wasn't loud, it landed in her ears with heavy clarity.
Annelise Valentine looked at the hopeless, black-clad encirclement.
She had no choice but to lift her trembling legs and descend the stairs, one step at a time.
In her haste to leave, she hadn't grabbed a coat.
The night wind cut through her clothes, making her shiver.
