Chapitre 87: How The Mighty Have Fallen!

An alarming bell rang in Frost's head and he could feel his heart drumming erratically. He gawked with eyes wide open as his wobbly legs took unsteady steps backward. The coldness of the silencer on his forehead sent a chill down his spine. For a split second, he felt his heart explode. His mind went blank with fear as he saw the evil smirk on the hardened face of the man with the gun.

Frost watched helplessly as the blindfolded waitress was pushed inside his room and instructed to lie face down on the floor. He stared at the faces of the scary Intruders as they filed in one after the other and shut the door. All three were dressed in dark suits and dark shades.