Jane had been hiding in the dumpster for three days. At that moment, she could no longer bear it. She lay in the heap of trash, letting the rotten smell overwhelm her.

She was hungry and thirsty, not to mention a little delirious. She only had one thought keeping her conscious. As long as Benji got here, she would live.

That night, Jane received a call from Benji asking her where she was. After she told him the address, she had been about to ask him when he was going to come and get her when the call ended.

Her phone had run out of battery.

Jane held onto the dead phone tightly, telling herself that she would soon leave this place.

But why hadn't anyone come to rescue her yet?

Jane looked through the crack in the dumpster. Her eyes turned sore, but she was so dehydrated that no tears formed.

Had Benji regretted it? She was the heiress of the Ford family. Was she going to die in a dumpster? If she died here, she would be so embarrassed to see Claude.

Just when she was in despai