No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 772

On the rooftop terrace of the seventeenth floor, the night wind whipped around, stinging Fanny's face.

She was blindfolded, her hands and feet bound, and all she could sense was the relentless wind.

"Where am I?" she asked, feeling a bit dizzy.

She realized she had been drugged, but she didn't know who had done it or where she was. Judging by the force of the wind, she was definitely somewhere high up.

But no one answered her.

Was she alone here, with nothing but the wind for company?

Just as she was about to ask again, the sudden clatter of a beer can hitting the ground startled her.

She instinctively turned toward the noise, "Who—who's there?"

Silence. But she heard footsteps approaching, slow and somewhat unsteady.

Fear gripped her as she instinctively tried to make herself smaller.

"If you shrink back any more, you'll fall right off," a man's voice cut through the wind, freezing her in place.

With her hands bound behind her, Fanny felt around her perch, her fingers brushing against what seemed to be the edge of a ledge. The realization hit her hard—she was on a rooftop.