Spencer grabbed a glass of cold water, poured it on his head, smashed the glass to the wall, washed his face with the dripping water. His eyes turned cold.
He went out without a word.
The guys ran after him but lost him. When they got to the car park, the familiar Porsche shot out of the gate like a bullet. Everyone's heart tightened like a string.
Steve glared at Matt and questioned, "Is it true? If anything happens to Spencer, you are responsible."
They had known each other since they were little, but somehow they never got along well. Steve never had a good feeling about Matt, ever since he was a kid.
Matt looked cold and serious. "What's important is to find Nathalia now," he said icily. He cared not about who was responsible, about revenge, about anything, but the safety of Nathalia. All he wanted was to see Nathalia safe and sound.
He could not rest until he was sure that Nathalia was safe.
