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    The elevator was exceptionally cramped and pitch ck. Vincent’s office was situated on the building’s highest level, and Katelyn had no idea on which floor the elevator had stopped.

    She retrieved her phone from her purse, attempting to illuminate the cramped space.

    Just as her luck would have it, her phone alerted her that the battery was about to die soon.

    Before she could think of a n, Katelyn quickly sent a message to Vincent with the remaining battery power: “Help.”

    Right after sending the message, her phone screen went dark.

    In the pitch darkness, every human sense was heightened. The only sound was the deafening silence and Katelyn’s heartbeat.

    She groped around, pressing the elevator buttons repeatedly, hoping for a response.

    Though she knew the power was out and it might be futile, she had no other options left.

    “Help! Help! Anyone out there?” Katelyn shouted.

    Sadly, it was 10 p.m., long after office hours, and it was unlikely anyone was still around.

    She inhaled deeply, gripped the elevator wall, and slowly crouched down.

    The fear she had been holding back seemed to surge, threatening to overwhelm her.

    With a look of anguish, Katelyn clutched her head, hoping Vincent woulde to her aid soon.

    Typically, argepany’s electrical circuits were separated.

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    Even in a power outage, there should be an emergency power supply.

    Katelyn clenched her eyes shut, unable to remainposed. The trauma from an incident at the age of six plunged her back into a terrifying abyss.

    Meanwhile, Vincent had just left a cocktail party. Upon receiving Katelyn’s message, his expression turned grave, and he quickly dialed her number. But he got voicemail.

    “Hello, this is Katelyn. Please leave your message, and I’ll call you back.”

    A wave of irritation immediately overtook Vincent.

    He loosened his tie and called Samuel.

    The phone connected almost immediately.

    Vincentmanded in a firm tone, “Give me Katelyn’s location. ASAP.”

    The urgency in his voice made it clear to Samuel that something was wrong.

    “OK, Mr. Adams,” he responded.

    Within ten minutes, Samuel called back.

    “Mr. Adams, Miss Bailey’sst known location was at ourpany, Adams Group.”

    Vincent started his car, pressed the elerator, and rushed toward his office.

    Normally, the drive from the restaurant to hispany would take at least thirty minutes, but Vincent drove so fast that he made it in just ten.

    Arriving to find thepany gate locked and the building dark, Vincent’s anxiety grew. He wondered why Katelyn was still at thepany sote.

    What could her message mean?

    Had someone taken her hostage at thepany?

    A flood of dark thoughts swirled through his mind. He remembered the murder of the head of the design department, which had been targeted at them.

    Regrettably, he hadn’t yet identified the mastermind behind it.

    He feared that this time, that person might be targeting Katelyn.

    Samuel hurried to thepany as well.

    He said, “Mr. Adams, I’ll call security to open the door.”

    Trying to control his rising panic and fury, Vincent nodded.

    A security guard soon arrived with the key.

    Vincent immediately tried to press the elevator button, but it wouldn’t respond no matter how many times he pushed it.

    For the first time ever, he felt utterly out of control.

    He red at the security guard and said, “How could thepany’s power go off like this? Activate the backup power!”

    The security guard quickly set off to handle it.

    It would take him ten minutes to reach the backup power room, even if he ran.

    But Vincent couldn’t stand the wait.

    He nced at the staircase and dashed up without a second thought.

    Samuel shouted behind him, “Mr. Adams, this building has over a hundred floors!”

    Vincent didn’t even turn back; he just kept running as fast as he could.

    His mind was nk, driven by a single thought—

    All he wanted was for Katelyn to be unharmed.

    Katelyn, cramped in the elevator, had no idea how long she had been there. Suddenly, she heard faint cracking sounds from above.

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