The handkerchief in his hand were drenched in some sort of drug. The sickly-sweet smell of chemicals filled my nose and mouth, instantly making me feel dizzy.
Damn it!
Realizing the danger I was in, I tried to turn into a wolf, but the nausea made me unable to stand firmly, Let alone turn into a wolf.
My vision began to blur, but I could still vaguely make out that my attacker was holding a knife in his another hand. A great sense of despair emerged in my heart. If I didn’t fight back now, I could die in Roz Town.
No, I couldn’t die! Elena needed me. I needed to be there for her! Thinking about my daughter, my survival instincts kicked in. I bit my lip hard, forcing myself to sober up somewhat. Then I elbowed my assailant in the abdomen as hard as I could.
The killer buckled from the pain. I seized the opportunity to reached for the nearest object I could use as a weapon—a lamp on the table. I swung the Lamp at his head, smashing it to pieces.
The killer grunted in pain and temporarily Loosened his grip.
Without hesitation, I turned around and stepped back, trying to put some distance between me and the killer.
Whoever had come to assassinate me was wearing a black ski mask. He crumpled to the floor and covered his bleeding head, his hands stained with blood. Pieces of the broken lamp were scattered across the floor, glistening dangerously under the dim Light.
The scene was pure chaos, but I leaped into action in an instant.
I had to get out of here! I had to run! I ran past the man and stumbled to the door desperately. But the moment
I touched the doorknob, I felt the cool blade of a knife being pressed against my neck. The killer had caught up to me.
The sharp pain in my neck sobered me up in an instant.
Ring! Ring!
The tense atmosphere was suddenly shattered by the sound of a phone ringing. The incessant ringing sounded especially surreal in the quiet room.
𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.𝘤𝘰𝘮
If no one answered the phone, the hotel staff would come soon to check up on me Even if my assassin managed to kill me, it wouldn’t be easy to deal with the aftermath.
The assassin also obviously realized this, because he dragged me to the phone and barked, “Answer it!”
Knowing I didn’t have a lot of options, I picked up the phone obediently.
“Good evening, Miss Clarkson. If you could move in to the new room as soon as possible, that’d be great,” the receptionist urged. “We’ve already transferred luggage to the room next to Mr. Wright’s. Unfortunately, the room you’re currently staying in was booked tonight. Another guest will be checking in shortly.”
My heart was racing. I racked my brains, trying to think of a way to alert the receptionist about my dangerous situation. But the masked man was no idiot; he saw right through me and pressed the knife against my neck harder as a threat.
I had no choice but to say to the receptionist, “Okay, thank you for the reminder.”
The receptionist thanked me and then hung up, shattering my hope of survival. The only thing I could do now was to buy time.
