Chapter 145 Adapting Quite Well to It

"We've got her! Carry them to the car and let's go!"

Before Hannah fully blacked out, she heard one of the three men shriek excitedly.

When she regained consciousness, it was almost daytime. She opened her eyes, silently observing her surroundings. She was locked in a shabby room with extremely high walls. There were two small rectangular windows at the top.

It was through one of these windows that the faint sunlight shone in, giving a rough indication of the time.

The thick smell of gasoline in the air implied that this place used to be a factory. Such factories wouldn't be located in Hopeldon. They had to be in the suburbs.

As Hannah worked these out quietly in her mind, she couldn't help but sigh. Oddly enough, she wasn't concerned about her current situation at all. Instead, her mind was occupied by something else.

Darren must have been frantic since she disappeared in the middle of the night.

As she recalled how paranoid he actually was under his forced composure, she