As soon as she arrived at Los Angeles airport, she was escorted to board a private plane. She didn’t know a single person in her escort. Her brain was too numbed to think of anything else other than Luke.
She dared not talk anymore.
She just allowed them to take her anywhere they want.
She was no longer concerned about her safety, not even concerned about her own life.
She believed she died as soon as she told Luke to forget her.
Yes, she died, together with her broken future with him.
The next, she knew they were on an island, an isolated island with only one house in it.
It was like a fortress, and concrete walls surrounded it.
Then the tall figure came to her.
“Welcome, Khalie!” Daniel said.
She did not answer him, did not even bother to look at him.
Then, she was escorte
