His grip on her wrist was painfully tight.

Without saying a word, he pulled her down the fire escape. Yasmin tried to wrench herself free.

However, she wasn’t strong enough to break free.

“Let go of me,” Yasmin said, her tone cold and detached.

Caleb released his grip.

“Write your name in the report for today’s incident,” he said, looking down at her with a casual tone, as though talking about some trivial matter. ...