Chapter 61 Sting Of Sweat

• Charles struggled futilely against the rope binding his wrists, the coarse fibers digging into his skin with every movement. He could feel the sting of sweat in the abrasions forming on his wrists, but he didn't let up. His muscles ached from the continuous strain, but the knot was too tight, expertly tied. He took a deep breath, trying to gather his strength for another attempt when the door creaked open.
• A stocky man, one of Antonio's henchmen, stepped in, a scowl on his face as he scanned the room. His eyes widened when he realized Evelyn was no longer there. "What the fuck?" he muttered under his breath, disbelief and panic seeping into his voice. His pulse quickened, and he turned on his heel, dashing out of the room with a sense of urgency that bordered on desperation.
• His footsteps echoed through the dimly lit corridor, each step resonating with the fear of what Antonio might do. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he reached Antonio's office, bursting through the door without knocking. "Boss, we have a problem," he gasped, his breath coming in fast, shallow pants.