Olivia’s POV
The air inside the building was heavy, damp with dust and something darker—dread.
My hands were still tied, but my eyes adjusted to the dimness. Caleb sat beside me, scared but brave, holding my hand tightly. I gave him a small squeeze, silently promising him I wouldn’t let anything happen.
Then… I heard the slow clap.
From the shadows, a tall man stepped forward. He wore a sharp suit, but it couldn’t hide the rottenness in his aura. His eyes gleamed with cruel amusement.
Nathan Cross.
A chill ran down my spine.
“You remember me, don’t you?” he asked with a smirk.
“How could I forget?” I muttered.
Nathan Cross—the arrogant CEO of one of the companies I protested against years ago. His factories dumped chemical waste into the rivers, and I had publicly exposed him.
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