Annie looked at the commanding text on the screen, a feeling of defiance rising in her heart. She extended her finger and trembled as she typed out a line of text.
Annie: I beg you! Please let me go…
But just as she was about to press send, a picture sent by the other party sent a chill down her spine.
The image showed a monitor, like a terminal for some playback device, displaying a promotional video from a certain company.
Annie raised her head in terror and saw that the LED screen at the front of the hall was playing the Whitmore's promotional video!
The person giving orders behind w******p was right there in the monitoring room of this villa; the meaning behind sending this picture was clear.
A wave of despair slowly crept up from Annie's back to the top of her head.
No, she had
