Chapter 188

---- Chapter 188 "Turn off the engine," Giselle said. Anne shot her a suspicious look. "It's boiling outside. What's wrong with leaving the air-conditioning on? Cut the crap and just say what you came to say. Get the hell out of my car while you're at it. Don't dirty it." Giselle glanced at her indifferently and asked, "You were the one who locked the cold storage door last night, didn't you?" "Don't you dare accuse me! If I wanted to harm someone, it would've just been you.

Why would I risk killing Donovan too? Ithink you were just trying to stage some twisted suicide pact! Giselle let out a cold laugh. "Yeah? Unfortunately for you, Donovan just happened to be there. He almost died because of you. You must be kicking yourself over that, right?" "Can you shut up already?" Anne snapped, losing patience. "I didn't drive all the way here to listen to your nonsense! What did Donovan say to you in the cold storage room? Tell me now!

Instead of answering, Giselle just stared intently at her. The stare unsettled Anne, so she snapped, "Bitch, what the hell are you trying to..." Before she could finish, Giselle suddenly pressed the damp cloth that she had been holding in her right hand hard against Anne's mouth and nose. ---- Anne thrashed instinctively , but Giselle held the cloth down with brutal force, giving her no chance to fight back. In less than a minute, the chemicals on the damp cloth had taken effect.

Anne's limbs went limp, her strength drained , and her consciousness clouded. Although she hadn't lost consciousness, she could only stare helplessly at Giselle. Giselle waited until Anne was in a semi-conscious state. Then, she calmly got out of the car, retrieved a rope from her own vehicle, and returned to Anne's side. After opening the driver's door of Anne's car, Giselle ruthlessly bound Anne to the seat. She wrapped the rope tightly around her several times. "You...

What are you..." Anne slurred, barely coherent. The chemicals made her so dizzy that she couldn't struggle. After securing the knots, Giselle yanked out the car key, cutting the engine, and then slammed the door shut with a heavy thud. It was August at 1:00 pm, the peak of summer heat. The sun blazed overhead, and the outdoor temperature was hitting 100 °F, With the car's engine off, window's sealed, and no airflow, the interior began to heat up rapidly.

Still semi-conscious and tied up, Anne felt the stifling heat closing in. Panic filled her eyes as she looked at Giselle and tried to cry out, "Open... the door..." Even if she could move, the ropes held her down. Even if she ---- could scream, no one would hear. Cars sped past this empty rural road, unaware of what was happening inside. Giselle stood under the shade of a big tree, holding a bottle of cold water.

She scrolled through her phone leisurely while sipping the cold drink, glancing occasionally at Anne trapped in the car. Her expression remained calm and indifferent. As the temperature inside the car continued to rise, Anne's mind grew clearer while the discomfort worsened. It felt like she was trapped inside an oven. Sweat soaked her skin, suffocating her. The heat and stuffiness made her mouth dry and her chest tight. She couldn't move or call for help.