Chapter 107. Drunk Shehryaar

The man guided her through the dark corridors of the mansion. It was night, and the hallways of the posh and gigantic mansion were darker than the night itself. It felt as if she had been walking for ages. Last time she had come to this house, she didn't get a chance to explore it. This was an area she was visiting for the first time, and she was sure there must be many other wings similar to this one.

Her eyes couldn't analyze anything, as it was dark. The only source of light was the moonlight entering through the large glass walls. She could just barely make out a few paintings on the wall now and then.

She wanted to focus more on her surroundings and ignore the pounding of her heart in her ears. She could not understand the reason he had called her at this moment of night.

Fear and being afraid—these two were entirely different emotions. The former was an instinct, and the latter was a feeling. And in that moment, she felt she had developed both an instinct and