When the door opened, Emily's eyes remained closed, she did not move, but tears were running down her eyes. She was murmuring something, and no matter how much Eric tried to hear what she was saying, it was impossible.
"was she so frightened?" Eric asked, not knowing what to do. The image of Emily, who dared to fight a man with a weapon, the woman who held a gun as though it was nothing in the shooting range, was so different from the weak Emily seated in the car.
If he had not seen this face severally and had her tormenting his thought, he would have thought that she was a look-alike. The ever-sharp tongue Emily white could be so vulnerable this is a scene he had never imagined.
"Boss, what should we do?" Greg asked, seeing that Eric remained standing without doing anything. Hearing the question, Eric returned to his sense. He had just decided to help her; he could not have guessed that she would be in such a state.
