At the same time, Elvis also felt an inexplicable sense of being watched and turned around. He saw from a distance a slightly familiar figure heading towards their direction.
The man's steps were cautious and his gaze never moved away from them like a lion going after its prey with dogged determination.
All of a sudden, he grabbed hold of Eleanor's hands as soon as his mind interpreted him to be the man at the mall.
His eyes narrowed with a frown. "What is he doing here?"
"Who is it?" Eleanor asked, following the direction of Elvis's gaze and also saw a man staring intently at them.
"Someone that should not catch up with us,' Elvis replied, his eyes still fixed on the man approaching.
"It's time to leave Eleanor." There was no time for dilly dallying.
"But I want to stay some more," Eleanor objected. "Why are we leaving so suddenly? Everyone is still here and the party hasn't fully ended."
