"Can I leave now?"
Robert Thomson understood this time and immediately nodded, grabbing her wrist and walking out.
James Turner was still unconscious on the sofa, with blood flowing from his forehead that was hit hard by Emma Smith's bottle.
A few people blocked their way, and one of them said: "She can't leave! She hurt someone!"
Robert Thomson was angry is now. He had a gloomy face, looking like an enraged lion: "Get out of the way! Who do you think you are, daring to block my path?"
The few people were frightened by him, and their momentum weakened. Robert Thomson forcefully pulled Emma Smith and pushed them aside. No one in the room dared to stop Robert Thomson.
They quickly left the room, and the cold air outside blew away the sultry atmosphere inside. But even so, Emma Smith's tense nerves had not yet dissipated.
She knew that danger had not yet passed, and if anything happened – she, a weak woman with no power and no influence, simply could not fight them off!
