The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1480

Claire was completely floored by how instantly she agreed. A massive surge of adrenaline completely incinerated her terror.

Closing the distance, she whispered hurriedly, "Stick close to me. We're taking the fire escape to avoid the guards at the main entrance. Do not make a sound. If they catch us, it's over."

Rebecca gave a curt nod, not wasting a single syllable.

Moving in tandem, the two women crept out of the guest suite and practically glided down the hallway like ghosts.

The motion-sensor lights failed to trigger, keeping them cloaked in heavy shadows.

Claire's heart was practically hammering a hole in her ribs. Her palms were slick with a cold sweat, every step feeling like she was walking through a minefield.

She kept repeating a desperate mantra in her head. Just get her out. Once she's gone, my life goes back to normal. Even if he snaps, he won't do anything drastic.

I'm his fiancée. He'll forgive me eventually.

The heavy fire door was eased open without the slightest creak.

The air was thick with agonizing tension as they crept down the concrete steps.

Trailing closely behind, Rebecca's expression remained frozen, though a fierce glint of raw desperation for her freedom burned brightly in her eyes.

In no time, they reached the service exit on the ground floor.

Pushing the steel door open, they were greeted by the sprawling, pitch-black night. The faint silhouette of the detached garage loomed just a few yards away.

Exhaling a massive sigh of relief, Claire turned back and whispered, "Hurry, to the garage. The car's prepped. Let's go."

Rebecca stepped forward, ready to sprint into the dark.

But right at that very second—

Several massive shadows materialized out of thin air, forming an impenetrable wall of muscle right in front of them. "Miss Claire. Miss Rebecca. The Boss made it extremely clear that she is not allowed to leave the premises. Head back inside."

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