Gallon yelled loudly. "Who the f*ck is out there?"
Waiting for her eyes to adapt to the dazzling light, Claire turned her head to look over.
On a path not far away, a conspicuous Maybach was parked, with its high beams on. A tall brawny figure, stepping on the ray of light and breaking through the night, was slowly walking towards her.
His chiseled features seemed to be shrouded in a halo, and in the dark night, he looked like a god descending from the sky.
Claire narrowed her eyes and took a closer look.
It wasn't until he walked up to her that she finally saw his face clearly.
Hunter Johnson?
Gallon was also surprised. "Why did he come? You told him to?"
Hunter walked straight to Claire and looked down at her, with half of his face concealed in the darkness. He was like a violent lion, with raging anger hidden in his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, he grabbed Claire's hand. "Follow me."
