The taxi made a U-turn and roared off. Before leaving, one man waved goodbye to her. “Gorgeous, prepare the money. We'll get the remainder from you three days later.”
F*ck you!
Genevieve cursed inwardly.
Nevertheless, she was terrified that they might change their mind and quickly ran away from the road to find shelter.
It was only after the taxi disappeared from sight that Genevieve heaved a sigh of relief.
She removed a glove and was about to make a call when she realized there was no signal.
Glancing around, she discovered she was in a desolate area without any shelter around.
In order to not freeze to death, Genevieve had no choice but to walk around aimlessly to try to get a signal. She would fish her phone out occasionally to try to make a call.
Genevieve wore only a silk nightgown and a wool coat when she came out of the hotel, so she was shivering in the cold now.
Fortunately, Jane had given her a pair of gloves previously. Otherwise, her fingers would've been frozen by now.
She tried walking in several directions but failed to get any signal. The chilly wind penetrated her coat and chilled her to her bones.
She was so exhausted and cold that she could barely walk.
A while later, Genevieve fished her phone out and saw there was a signal.
Excited, she ran ahead. When there were two signal bars, countless missed calls and text messages popped up on her phone.
Genevieve was about to make a call when someone called her.
She answered it hastily. “Genevieve, where are you?” Armand demanded.
Hearing his voice made her feel wonderfully alive. Her voice choked as she answered, “I-I'm at... I don't know where I am.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks as her teeth chattered. “I'm freezing. My legs are going numb.”
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