Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 199

The hallway was a chaotic mess of shoving and shouting. Yvonne saw an elderly woman stumble and reached out to help her. The woman used Yvonne’s arm to steady herself, then pushed her aside and ran on. Yvonne staggered, nearly falling, but was caught by the same staff member who had been directing people.

“Be careful, miss,” he said, holding her arm. “Are you hurt? The exit is this way. I’ll get you out.”

He grabbed her hand and pulled her along, moving much faster than the surrounding crowd. He led her down a stairwell, and by the time they reached the basement level, the lights were dim and they were alone.

Suddenly, Yvonne stopped.

“There’s no one else around. Where are we going? Planning to finish the job in the parking garage?” she asked, pulling her hand free. Her voice was cold.

The man stopped too, his friendly demeanor vanishing, replaced by a sinister grin. “You figured it out faster than I expected.”

Her breathing grew ragged, her clothes soaked with sweat. A glint of metal flashed before her eyes—a knife lunging at her face. She couldn’t dodge in time. Just as she thought it was over, a foot shot out, kicking the knife from the attacker’s hand and sending him flying.

Bennett. He appeared out of nowhere, disabling another man with one hand while pulling her behind him with the other. Her back pressed against his solid, warm chest, and the scent of him filled her senses. A wave of relief washed over her.