As the middle-aged woman's shrill, piercing voice rang out, the man outside began frantically pounding on the door.
"Open the door! Open the damn door for me now!" His voice was coarse and grating, laced with a violent threat. "If you don't open up, I'll come in and kill you!"
Josie Quinn's slender fingers tapped lightly on her dagger. She hadn't expected the woman's son to be back so soon.
There was no panic in her beautiful eyes, only a hint of casual nonchalance.
These apartments were all fitted with sturdy security doors. Unless it was a Gold Ability User, it was nearly impossible for a low-level superpower user to break through.
Josie Quinn maintained her elegant posture, not even furrowing her brow as she listened to the man's hysterical pounding from outside.
Her delicate fingers toyed with the sharp dagger, her head not even turning.
The middle-aged woman's initial ecstasy gradually turned to anxiety.
