Chapter 138

Having stepped out of the room now, Sabrina made her way into the elevator, where she collapsed as it descended.

The tears that were flowing down her face would not stop.

Nigel had been the only remaining sliver of warmth in her life. Even in her wildest imaginations, Sabrina would never have thought that Nigel would treat her like that. When she walked past a rubbish bin, Sabrina threw out the syringe of chicken blood she held just now without stopping, with the same dispirited expression on her face.

She felt very nauseous the moment she exited the club, and so vomited at a flower shrub that was hidden in a remote corner.

As she cleaned herself up, without meaning to, she overheard someone talking.

Sabrina looked over at the direction of the person she heard, and found a man in black clothes that was shrouded in the shadows, talking to someone on the phone. “Director Horst, are you sure that Conor boy is in the room on the top floor?”

Sabrina could not make out what was being