Chapter 922

“Okay.

I’ll go check.

”

Kay quickly turned on her phone’s flashlight before heading out.

Stella listened to Kay’s retreating footsteps, then switched on her own flashlight and located a seat to wait in the darkness.

No sooner had she settled into the seat than the sound of footsteps echoed from the entrance, quickly followed by the door shutting.

“Kay, is that you?” Stella called out, puzzled.

She doubted Kay would return so soon.

“Did the staff explain the power outage?”

Shining her flashlight towards the door, all she could make out was a shadowy figure in the backlight, eerily silent.

Stella’s unease grew as the figure moved closer without a word.

“Kay, why aren’t you responding?” she called out again, her voice tinged with worry.

As she rose, illuminating the floor with the flashlight, she saw a person’s face inches away from hers.

A wave of horror washed over her.

“Greg?” she gasped.

“Miss Anderson… Or rather, Mrs.

Clark now, isn’t it?” Greg’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

His eyes narrowed.

“Wow, you still remember me.

I had no idea I’d run into you here.

What a surprise.

”

His tone was biting and filled with venom.

As Stella’s gaze locked with Greg’s, her heart pounded with fear.

“Did you cut the power?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, that was my doing.

” Greg’s response came with a chilling laugh.

“Your assistant won’t be returning anytime soon.

It’s just you and me here now.

Let’s finish what we started last time.

I’ve never made love in a theater, but…”

As Greg spoke, he rubbed his hands together and looked at Stella lewdly.

Feeling nauseous, Stella dashed towards the door in a desperate attempt to escape, only to be abruptly yanked back by Greg’s forceful grip.

Stella, gripped by a mix of shock and fear, winced in pain as she desperately called out, “Help! Kay? Is there anyone outside?”

Greg’s sinister laughter echoed in the dark space as he threw her forcefully to the floor, towering over her with a menacing presence.