She stepped outside, lifted her head, and took a deep breath to compose herself.
Spencer Sullivan followed her at a leisurely pace, "Feeling better?"
He first looked at Yvonne Young's neck, then her wrist, which was much better than when he had first arrived.
The elevator arrived, and Yvonne didn't reply to Spencer, continuing to walk forward instead.
The red rash on her face was frightening and eye-catching, attracting the attention of passersby.
Fearing that someone might be curious and take pictures, she lowered her head and raised her hand to block her face.
Suddenly, her view was obscured, and a familiar scent mixed with a hint of cigarette smoke reached her nose.
A man's suit jacket was covering her head.
She was caught off guard.
She slightly lifted her hands, about to look up when the man's voice rang out, "Don't move!"
A deep, commanding tone.
Yvonne obediently complied, her heart wanting to rebel, but beyond her control.
