A Living Hell From such a distance, Cecilia had no clue where these cars were coming from.

She remained vigilant, deciding to wait until all the cars had passed before making her move.

As long as she could survive, she believed she could endure anything.

Fortunately, Cecilia had abandoned the idea of seeking help. All the cars belonged to Ralph’s men.

Ralph had asked his driver to pull over as he needed to relieve himself.

As he stepped out of the car, the headlights illuminated him, and Cecilia instantly recognized him.

“What kind of godforsaken place is this?” Ralph exclaimed loudly.