bI /bhad always tried to build bgood /bbrtionships /bbwith /bbseveral /bof bFerris’s /bpersonal secretaries, especially beta Simon.

He was Ferris’s most trusted subordinate and one of the bfew /bbpeople /bin the pack who knew about bmy /brtionship with Ferris.

Initiallyb, /bwhen he learned bI /bhad bentered /bthe treatment centerb, /bhe worried I would turn the ce upside down.

bBut /bthe bresult /bwas beyond his expectations.

I bworked /bhard bto /bprove my abilities bto /bhim and everyone around Ferris.

But now there bwas /bno need.

I bwas /btiredb. /b

Now bI /bbjust /bwanted to go home early.

bI /blooked bat /bSimon and said coldly. “I want to resign. I’m leaving.”

Simon hadn’t expected me to refuse so decisively.

bHis /bbface /bdarkened, thinking I was using my status to demand special treatment: “Dr. Windsor, please correct your work attitude. It’s not your home, you don’t bget /bto do whatever you want!”

picked up my bag, maintaining the same attitude: “bIf /byou’re dissatisfied, you can fire me right now.”

bYou-/bb” /b

gathered my things and left.

?imon couldn’t believe I had actually just walked away like that.

What are you spacing out about?” A passing colleague patted his shoulder.

bDon’t /byou think Ms. Windsor seems like a different persontely?”

he person paused: “Not really… she’s always been gentle. What’s wrong?”

imon also thought that I had worked so hard to establish my footing at the treatment center–how could I really be willing to leave?

ble /bscoffed: “Nothing, probably just trying some new strategy of ying hard to get. Let’s go.”

bfter /bleaving the treatment center, I went straight home.

bought some things at the convenience store downstairs from my apartment building. When I returned to the car, the passenger door suddenly opened and a all figure got in.

My heart jumped. Just as I turned my head, a ck gun barrel was pointed at me.

bDon’t /bbmove/bb./bb” /b

bThe /bman wore all ck, a mask, with his cap pulled low so I couldn’t see his bface /bclearly, but his eyes looking at me were cold and sharp.

raised both hands and didn’t bmove /bagain.

The man took away my bag and phoneb: /b“I won’t hurt you. After you take me where I need to bgo/b, you can leaveb./bb” /b

But bif /byou secretly mindlink anyone or use any means bto /bcall for help, the silver bullet in my gun will definitely take byour /blife.b” /b

Without waiting for my reaction, he coldlymanded: “Drive,”

The surroundings were empty–no cars, no people. The nearest police station was some distance away.

As I calcted in my mind, I noticed the car now had a strong smell of blood.

I paused, started the car, and asked: “Where to?”

“Go straight, to West Shore Dock.” The man added: “I’ll tell you the specific route.”

“No need. I know the way.”

1 said this while driving the car out.

After that, I focused on driving. The man said nothing more, and the car fell quict.

West Shore Dock was half an hour away from here. Throughout the journey, I showed no panic, driving steadily and urately without taking a single wrong

turn.

The man gripped his gun, and his gaze toward me gradually changed.