CHAPTER 157 After All, I Still Have a Conscience

　　I had already convinced myself to turn back and return to the banquet hall.

　　But after taking a few steps, I stopped.

　　For a moment, I hesitated. Then, I turned around and sprinted toward the direction where Bethany had been taken.

　　Call me an idiot, but I just couldn't bring myself to turn a blind eye.

　　It had nothing to do with whether Bethany was my friend or my enemy—I just needed to be able to live with myself.

　　The corridor they used was a secluded emergency exit, a place where hardly anyone passed by. So when Bethany was taken, there was no one around to notice.

　　To outsiders, she probably just looked like a drunk woman being helped out by her friends.

　　I followed them all the way to the back entrance of the hotel. A van was parked there.

　　They tossed Bethany inside like a discarded rag and were about to shut the door.

　　"You can't take her!"

　　I ran forward and grabbed onto the van door, refusing to let it close.