Chapter 352

Being held by the throat, Calla was struggling to breathe. In the end, she gave up fighting, realizing it was futile. With no more tears left to shed, she bit down hard and held on. All the while a festering resentment toward Mercer was taking root in her heart.

No matter how Mercer tortured her, Calla never gave in. She only bit her lip until it bled, refusing to utter another word.

The car drove smoothly and quickly as the night grew darker. In the dim car interior, only the man's heavy breathing could be heard.

Over an hour later, the black car pulled to a stop by the roadside. A tall, burly figure stood a few feet away under a large tree.

Mercer held a cigarette between his fingers, wisps of smoke slowly rising under the starlight. His dark eyes were fixed on the car door, frowning. His expression was a tangled web of dejection, remorse, and a simmering rage.

Soon after, the car door opened, and a woman dressed in men's casual clothing ran out. She cast a resentful glance at