Chapter 542

Sloane tried desperately to refuse.

But Cynthia was determined, insisting on dragging her over.

She gripped Sloane's hand tightly the entire way, terrified she'd escape.

As they neared the room, Sloane thought fast and pointed at the ceiling. "Ma'am, look—what's that up there?"

"What?" Cynthia stopped and looked up.

Sloane seized the moment of distraction, wrenched her hand free, and bolted.

Even