Chapter 220 Supper

• Chills traveled down her spine in waves. She had difficulty breathing, and she could feel every drop of blood in her system go cold. Her palms were sweaty, knees weak, arms were heavy.
• She scrambled to get hold of a hard object on her desk as a weapon and finally managed to find a stapler made out of metal. Clutching the stapler in her hand, she stared at the door intently.
• “Squeak,” the door was pushed open by someone.