It was the deputy general manager of the branch company—Nick!
Candice had suspected there might be an insider, but she never expected it to be him.
“How rough. How could you tie up our delicate and tender Miss Hale like this?”
Nick spoke in a faux-sympathetic tone. He strolled in, closed the door behind him, and turned on the light—an old bulb covered in cobwebs that glowed dimly.
Under that faint light, Candice finally saw the room clearly.
There was a dining table, a sofa, and a TV cabinet—it looked like an old-fashioned living room. The place was thick with dust and cobwebs, clearly abandoned for years.
Candice looked away from the room and locked her icy eyes on Nick.
“Ooh, such a fierce little glare.” He smirked, reaching out to stroke her cheek.
Candice jerked her head in dis
