Chapter 65

"What do you mean?" Heather asked.

"I'll tell you what I mean somewhere else," Tyrone replied sharply before striding downstairs.

His large hand tightly gripped Heather's slender wrist as he strode with long strides. Heather was pulled along, and she almost had to jog to keep up with his pace.

"Where are you taking me? Let go of me, Mr. Elkin! Mr. Elkin!"

With wary eyes, Heather glared coldly at Tyrone's back. She struggled with all her might but still couldn't break free.

She didn't understand what Tyrone was up to. Hadn't they agreed that it was just for that one night? Why was he still bothering her?

Tyrone completely ignored her as he strode forward with long steps. He gripped her wrist tightly, keeping it firmly in his grasp.

Soon, they reached the ground-floor lobby, where dim lighting and pounding music enveloped them.

"Tyrone Elkin, let go of me, or I'll call the police!"

The growing sense of unease in Heather's heart overwhelmed her, prompting her to angrily call out