Chapter 414: How did she manage to come here?

"Anastasia…" Brad dashed into the boathouse. "Shit…"

He paused for a fraction of a second when he saw Britney and jumped back frantically. His body froze momentarily, a wave of fear coursing through him like an electric shock. Clutching the doorframe for support, he struggled to steady himself as his legs threatened to give way beneath him.

The sight that made his blood run cold. Britney lay motionless on the floor, her eyes closed and her body limp. Anastasia cowered beside the bed, her eyes red and puffy, her face streaked with tears. The atmosphere was heavy with fear and anxiety, and the silence was oppressive.

"What the fuck is this?" The words escaped Brad's lips as a hushed whisper, the gravity of the situation rendering his voice almost breathless.