Chapter 371

"Is this Tyrone's mistress? She's quite pretty. Is she a celebrity?"

When Heather woke up, her entire body throbbed with pain. Faint sounds of footsteps and nearby voices of men reached her ears.

Struggling to open her eyes, she realized she was in a lavish room that resembled a grand living room. A few tall men stood not far away.

"Where is this? Who are these people?" she wondered.

As Heather tried to move, she felt ropes binding her hands behind her back. Panic surged through her as her eyes caught sight of a figure lying nearby.

Squinting, she was shocked to recognize Janine—unconscious, hands tied like her own. Her face was pale, as if she had fainted.

"Why was Janine here?" Heather thought in confusion.

"Ms. Seel? Ms. Seel!"

Heather tried to rise, but dizziness overwhelmed her. As soon as she stood, she collapsed back onto the floor, a sharp pain shooting through her knees. Her face went ghostly pale.

Janine remained motionless.

"Mr. Greg, she's awake," a man