Sean Price immediately made a phone call to notify the bodyguards outside to stop the car, then quickly ran over to Xaviera Evans's side.
When people fall, they instinctively reach out to brace their fall; as a result, Xaviera's palms were scraped by the ground, and her arm was slightly dislocated. She gritted her teeth in pain, pressing with her other hand on the dislocated joint, and instantly snapped her arm back into place.
She groaned softly, pain dripping sweat from her forehead, but fortunately, the pain was only momentary and was gone quickly.
At that moment, a hoarse and low voice came from above her head: "To be able to reset your own arm, Miss Evans, you truly are extraordinary."
Xaviera was preoccupied with her injuries, and hadn't yet had a chance to see who had saved her. She suddenly looked up, instantly taken aback.
The black mask, the narrow, light brown eyes, and those tightly pursed lips...
"Twilight?" She was puzzled by the figure before her.
