"This…"
With them now out of harm's way, Bezios's voice once again returned to its previous trembling tone filled with distress. The trails of sweat that were trailing from his bald head all the way to his neck, almost shining as the flickering lights of the tunnel reflected on it.
"!!!"
Both Bezios and Maria then took a few steps back, as a small creaking noise whispered behind them; they looked, only to see their driver slowly stepping out of the car.
"Is… is it over?"
"What do you mean 'is it over'!?"
Unfortunately for the driver… as soon as he stepped out, he was welcomed by Maria's wrath, "Why did you just hide throughout the whole ordeal instead of helping us escape the situation!?"
"I'm… I'm just a driver, ma'am," the driver slightly backed away in fear as Maria haughtily approached him, "I'm… not a bodyguard."
"Why, this little–"
"Maria," Bezios raised his hand as he got in between the two, "He has a point."
