Chapter 435 A Gentle Trap
- The cabin was rocking. Jean could barely stand still by gripping the edge of the window.
- It was still dark in the room, but Jean could vaguely see the man leaning against the door after her eyes adapted to emergency lighting that slipped through the door gap.
- The bleeding in his arm worsened, and he was ashen-faced with a layer of perspiration covering his forehead.