Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 170

Flora’s POV:

Blair gave me a suspicious look and seemed to have something to ask me. But in the end, he gave up and threw the key to the equipment room to Tom. Then he waved at us, gesturing us to leave.

On the way, I deliberately walked slower than Tom to just follow behind him, eager to take action.

When we finally reached a corner where no one was around, I rushed over and hit Tom’s head directly.

I wanted to knock him out. However, my hand hurt so much, but Tom stood still and even turned his head to glare at me.

I smiled awkwardly. “That… was an accident… I, I tripped…”

Obviously, my excuse was too far-fetched. Of course, Tom didn’t buy it. He grabbed my collar with one hand and asked, “Are you challenging me?”

Now that he had already seen through me, I pushed his hand away and rushed up to fight with him.

“Harry, come on! Hurry and help me!” I jumped onto Tom’s back and pulled his mouth with both hands. Then I shouted at Harry, “Hit him!”

“What is going on?” Although Harry was confused, he still joined the fight.

Tom was like an unbreakable shield, and his body was as hard as a stone wall. He was so ashamed into anger that he threw me to the ground. Then he picked me up like an eagle grabbing a chick and smashed me to the ground again. I could only cry in pain. “Harry, come on! Strike him down there!”

Harry immediately understood what I meant. He quickly threw a punch at Tom’s lower body.

I took advantage of this opportunity. I immediately jumped up and hit Tom on the neck. He was knocked unconscious before he could even react.

Only after I took the key from Tom that I had gotten the chance to explain everything to Harry and showed him Sylvia’s text message.

“Then what shall we do next?” Harry asked me.

“Take Tom away and replace a place to hide him. And don’t let anyone go to the equipment room.” After saying this, I patted him on the shoulder and added, “I’ll leave him to you then. I’ll just go to the equipment room to check the situation.”

Sylvia’s POV:

My patience was running out, and I couldn’t wait any longer.

I looked up at the skylight. It was a little high, but it was the only way I could possibly get out.

Fortunately, there was a ladder there. I leaned it against the wall and climbed up.

I stood at the top of the ladder, jumped hard, and grabbed the edge of the skylight.

Obviously, the skylight hadn’t been opened for a long time because it was already covered with thick rust. I tried pushing the window but nothing happened.

When I felt that I was about to lose my strength, I got so anxious that I directly smashed the skylight with my fist. After punching it about a dozen times, it finally shattered into pieces. But the back of my hand was cut by the broken glass.

I shook my hand, propped myself up, and crawled out. Then I turned my head and looked at Warren on the floor. “I’ll get some help, then I’ll come back to save you.”

The architectural style of the equipment room was a Gothic spire. Although there was only one floor, the roof was very high. I looked down and swallowed nervously; then I closed my eyes and directly jumped down.

There was no buffer on the smooth ground, so I fell like a piece of dead meat. My elbows and knees rubbed hard against the rough concrete surface, and b***d seeped out. The most serious injury I got was a sprained ankle.

At this moment, I heard a voice from a distance. I immediately dragged my legs and hid behind the equipment room.

The drug in my body was still taking effect, and it seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

I was not properly dressed now, so it would definitely cause misunderstanding if someone saw me. It would be difficult for me to explain things clearly. So all I could do was patiently wait for the crowd to disperse.

I clutched my chest and took a deep breath, enduring the discomfort in my body. Then I took out my phone and called Rufus for help. But before my call connected, I saw several men wearing masks and caps looking at me in the distance.

Their outfits looked exactly the same as that suspicious man I saw earlier.

I quickly stood up and took a few steps back. Then I turned around and ran away.

They chased after me at once.

I stumbled and dashed to a place where no one was around. The pain in my ankle made me sweat profusely, but I still rushed around awkwardly.

There was only one thought in my mind. I could never fall into the hands of my opponent just like that.