Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call
Chapter 115 A Narrow Escape

Chapter 115 A Narrow Escape

Anastasia's expression darkened immediately, and she darted off in the direction the waiter had pointed.

All she could think about was her fear for Eleanor's safety.

As she pushed the door open and turned, she was startled to replace that the door had been closed and locked from the outside.

Anastasia's expression turned panicked, and she immediately started banging on the door, shouting, "Help! Is anyone there? Please open the door!"

The room was dimly lit and cramped, like a long-abandoned storage room cluttered with miscellaneous items.

Gradually, anxiety began to creep up on Anastasia, and an inexplicable fear started spreading from the depths of her heart.

What nobody realized was that Anastasia had claustrophobia.

She inhaled deeply, fumbling on the wall, searching for a light switch, but it was nowhere to be found.

It wasn't long before she detected something was off, as she could smell something burning.

As the smell intensified, Anastasia began to cough violently.

Anastasia had somehow lost her phone.

An overwhelming sense of desperation engulfed her as she crouched by the door, trying to breathe in the air from the outside.

But it was hardly enough for her.

The smell of smoke came from another room in the private suite, along with rushing waves of heat.

She had no idea what was burning.

Anastasia's face had turned ghastly pale. She was coughing so much that she could barely speak, even with her mouth and nose covered.

However, no matter how much she pounded on the door, there was no response from outside.

Anastasia couldn't comprehend who could have used Eleanor's name to harm her and why they'd chosen such a ruthless method. "Help me..."

Her voice had grown raspy from the constant screaming, but there was still no response from outside.

Fear was gradually taking over Anastasia, clutching her heart in an iron grip. She was trembling, her fists tightly clenched.

The feeling was eerily similar to when she felt her child slowly fade from her womb, a sense of utter helplessness engulfing her. Even with all the strength she could muster, she had been unable to hold onto the child she had been so excited to meet. Anastasia yearned to be invincible, to make those who harmed her pay, but she hadn't succeeded. She hadn't achieved it yet. She was vulnerable and easily manipulated by others.

She then bitterly mused to herself, "I'm so useless!"

Much like the grim reaper, the smoke slowly engulfed Anastasia's huddled body, robbing her of each breath, and darkness overwhelmed her vision.

Just as she was about to slip into unconsciousness, she suddenly heard the sound of the smoke alarm.

It seemed people were frantically escaping outside, yet no one noticed the faint noises Anastasia made from within the room.

The more she hoped, the greater the disappointment.

Just as she fell into profound despair, she suddenly heard footsteps approaching. Someone hurriedly knocked on each private suite door, shouting her name out loud, "Anastasia!"

Anastasia was jolted awake, and she began to cough uncontrollably as soon as she opened her mouth. She pounded on the door and finally caught the person's attention outside. The man then kicked the door open and stood there, his imposing figure cast a long shadow, and he seemed to be anxious and panicking.

To her surprise, the man who came was Christian.