Page 97 of Billionaire’s Heartbreak

I smiled. “This place is like a horror movie.”

“How are you not scared?” he asked, frustration creeping into his voice.

“I’m kinda use to it,” I said, realizing how sad that sounded.

“Great.” He wasn't amused.

The elevator continued downward, slowly, but the extra time gave me time to breathe. My legs gradually stopped shaking, my grip tightened around the gun, and I could stand on my own again. I wasn't completely helpless.

That mattered.

The display finally changed.

G.

Ground floor.

Kai and I looked at each other. Neither of us said anything. We lifted our guns, and I shifted slightly to make sure he wasn't in my line of fire. The doors began to open.

“Don't shoot!” A man's voice echoed through the opening.

“Don't shoot!” Another voice joined him.

I froze. I knew those voices.

“Dannie?”

The doors opened completely.

And there he was.

Standing in the hallway.

For a second, I couldn't move. He looked thinner. Paler. Exhausted. But alive.

“June.” He smiled. It was weak, barely there, but it was his.

I lowered my gun and moved before I even realised it. I reached up and cupped his face. His skin was cold beneath my palms.

“You're here.”

His hand closed gently around my wrist. Then, almost casually, he took the gun from my other hand, just like he used to take my handbag when it was too heavy. Like nothing had changed.

“Let's get you out of here first,” he said.

A thousand questions fought to get out.

Why had he come? Was he feeling well? How did he know we were here? Who were those men? What had happened to everyone else?

“This way.”

I recognised the second voice.

“Beng.”

He gave me a brief nod. Several more people stood behind Dannie. I recognised only Beng, but the others moved with the confidence of people who already knew exactly what they were doing.

Beng made a quick hand gesture, and the group immediately divided. Two here. Three there. Another pair toward the opposite entrance. Everyone seemed to know their role.