Chapter: 992

Sean shook his head and responded, “I'll call her and see if she's up for it. I don't want to do anything she might not like.”

Sean dialed Norah's number, thinking she might be interested in going out tonight. Norah's days were usually quite routine, and her social life had been minimal except for a charity dinner she had attended with him a few days ago.

After Norah listened to Sean's explanation, she agreed immediately.

A successful businesswoman had invited her boyfriend out for drinks; of course she would show up.

Lola chuckled and said, “You are so in love with your girlfriend.

You'll refuse me if she says no?"

The elevator arrived with a ‘ding’, and the doors swung open.

They entered the elevator, and Sean pressed the button for the ground floor.

“I won't do anything that would upset my girlfriend," he added.

Lola was in the elevator with Sean, her heart racing faster than usual. She was certain she had found the man of her dreams. His scent was intoxicating, making her feel both safe and drawn to him.

However, his eyes sparkled whenever he spoke of his girlfriend. Their bond seemed unbreakable.

Lola narrowed her eyes. She was not one to easily give up. He was the perfect match for her, and she yearned to be with him.

As the elevator descended, it suddenly jerked to a halt, and the lights began to flicker.

Lola started to panic.

Sean hit the emergency button in the elevator, moved to stand at the back, near the wall, and waited for assistance.

"Ms. Quinn, come here. Stay away from the doors," Sean instructed calmly, helping to soothe her nerves.

“WiLL someone come to rescue us?" she asked anxiously.

Just as she finished her question, the elevator began to drop.

Lola screamed out loudly.

The shrill whine of Lola's voice ricocheted off the elevator walls.

Sean winced, the noise grating on his nerves.

The sudden lurch of the elevator as it ground to a halt mirrored Lola's scream, cutting it short with a startled gasp.

She shuffled hesitantly towards Sean, her hand reaching out to clutch at his arm.

“Mr. Scott," she pleaded, her voice trembling, “can I lean on you for a moment? I'm terrified."