《House of Horrors Part 1 》全部章節：第 121 章 - 第 127 章

A dim light illuminated Awatif's room, the curtains half-drawn, with evening shadows creeping along the walls. Fouad El-Shenawy stood behind the door, taking slow, deliberate breaths before knocking gently. His voice was quiet, but heavy with concern:Fouad: Hello. May I come in?Awatif: Hello, Dad.He opened the door and entered, his gaze quickly scanning every corner of the room, as if his mind was preoccupied with matters far beyond a simple visit. Awatif sat up on the bed, clasping her hands together, her eyes reflecting a mixture of nervousness and slight fear.Fouad (still softly): Why did you want to go out at this hour?Awatif (sighing, lowering her head slightly): I was going to see my friend, nothing more.Fouad offered a faint smile, though his eyes remained alert. He went up to her, his hand reaching out to gently touch her shoulder.Fouad: You must understand, my dear, I'm worried about you. I can't let you go out at this time, no matter what. Awatif (quietly, with quiet

NightMalik’s car stopped on the street, a few meters from the minister’s villa, enveloped by the shadows of the trees and the heavy night. The dim yellow lights from the streetlights cast broken lines on the ground, their reflections dancing across the car as if watching everyone come and go.Malik sat behind the wheel, wearing a mask of deceit, his eyes scanning every movement, every light, every shadow. Beside him sat Daniel, wearing a mask of happiness, silently observing Malik’s reactions. In the back seat, Dima and Rovan sat behind their prosthetic masks, waiting for instructions, their eyes taking in every small detail with alertness.In front of the villa’s gate, the guards paced back and forth. The bodyguards carried heavy automatic weapons, their arms taut, their eyes sharp, missing nothing. The sound of their footsteps on the pavement echoed like the heartbeat of the night, while the reflections of their flashlights danced off the metal gate, adding to the tension and the s

The black car was still parked in the same spot it had occupied since morning. Inside, Malik, Daniel, Dima, and Magda Rovan sat silently, their eyes fixed on the villa with tense anticipation. The midday heat had subsided slightly, but the tension inside the car burned hotter than ever.The silence was broken by the sound of a small red car pulling up in front of the villa's gate. Inside sat a young man and woman—elegantly dressed, their faces composed and confident.The guards opened the gate immediately, without hesitation, as if they knew the visitors well. The car rolled inside, and the gate closed firmly once more. The guards resumed their posts, weapons at hand, their mere presence enough to send chills through anyone who passed.Inside, the red car stopped at the villa's grand entrance. Stepping in was Shadi Ramzi, the hairdresser known for his forced smile and overly polished style, and beside him, Linda Saber, his silent assistant—her face as cold and expressionless as carved