Chapter 117: This Child Must be Killed!

Along a lengthy and dim corridor, the sound of high heels tapping against the floor emerged. Each sound was crystal clear, unhurried and composed. The mere noise of the heels striking the ground conjured up visions of the woman wearing them, who surely had a pair of long, evenly proportioned, sexy legs – otherwise, the tapping would not be so pleasant to the ears.

The noise of the high heels suddenly ceased; at the end of the dark corridor, with a creak, a beam of light shone through, illuminating the gloomy passageway.

By then, it was possible to see a door at the end of the corridor. The door had been opened, hence the light. In front of the door, bathed in light, stood a tall woman.