Before Alex Rockefeller could put any clothes on Phoebe Larsen; an overwhelming pressure descended upon the building.

A voice that sounded like rumbling thunder permeated the air. “Who did that? Who dared to kill the son of Colton Lawrence?!”

The voice sounded loud and angry.

It was almost as if a thunderstorm had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Never mind this building; at this point, even the surrounding streets could hear it clearly.

All the tall apartment buildings shook and trembled.