Trenton Smith looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly as he saw the young man standing by the silver Maybach, shadows pooling in his pupils.
"Where's Aldana?" Norris asked softly, "What happened to her?"
Philip Shaw looked at her indifferently, "She's fine."
Norris clenched her fists, and looked at him: "How could she be fine with you?"
Philip laughed lightly, "You don't need to worry about that, Miss Moore."
Norris stared at the indifferent and cold face of the young man in front of her, frowning slightly, and said nothing.
Sometimes it was really helpless.
What can you do when the culprit is right in front of you?
What can you do when you know that Aldana is in his hands?
All she could do was watch, watch her suffer, and do nothing.
Trenton lowered his eyes, looking at the subdued expression on Norris's face. Without saying anything, he walked towards his car.
"Trenton Smith."
Philip Shaw stopped him.
Trenton glanced at him.
