"Do you understand that time waits for no one? Have you made up your mind?" Locke said with a smile, "I hear you cherish your wife more than life itself, but it seems that might not be the case after all..."
Wayne Bailey knew that once Locke got his hands on the Blue Tourmaline, he wouldn't spare Anna Jadwin either.
What should he do?
In his hesitation, a cry of alarm came from the edge of the cliff, the rope had snapped!
Wayne Bailey almost lost his footing, standing stunned for several seconds before he dashed over in a frenzy—
Wilfred stopped him just in time, "Young Master, don't be rash!"
Wayne Bailey's eyes were bloodshot as he recklessly charged toward the edge of the cliff, the pilot joining in to hold him back.
"Let go of me————————————"
Anna Jadwin's body suddenly lost its support, plummeting endlessly downward.
The rapid descent, the bottomless abyss beneath her feet, the wind howling past her, she felt death's tendrils so close.
