Hearing the demands of the masked men, Zoey felt a chill in her heart.
She knew she meant nothing to Alan. He wouldn't care if she died.
Or perhaps this dangerous situation was Alan's way of using Zoey? A disposable hostage who couldn't sway him.
Zoey's body trembled uncontrollably as she looked through the bulletproof glass door at Alan. As expected, she saw no surprise or panic in his eyes.
''Is today the day I die? What will Francis think if he knows? Will he cry for me?'
At this moment, with one foot in the grave, Zoey recalled Francis' face and his promise from earlier that day. 'Too bad, Francis. You won't get the chance to make me love you again.'
"Hey, cry or something!"
The masked leader, irritated by Alan and his men's lack of reaction, kicked Zoey's knee hard, forcing her
