She took out her backpack from the storage box, which contained her clothes, identification, and emergency money.
It was nighttime, with a light drizzle falling.
As Anna Jadwin got out of the cab with her backpack on, the car that was tracking her on behalf of the Camerons surrounded it at the airport.
A charming, dark man stepped out of the car, his bottomless eyes fixed on her, and the black diamond earrings at his ears sparkled sinisterly.
Maxwell Cameron?
Anna Jadwin's heart clenched. She had just left Wayne Bailey and now ran into him?
Mr. Cameron, dressed in a snake-patterned punk jacket, removed his black gloves and tossed them to Bald Snake, then grabbed her by the chin, his red lips about to press down on hers.
Anna Jadwin quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
His scorching lips touched the back of her hand...
"Felicia Sullivan—" Maxwell Cameron removed the cat-eye sunglasses from her face, "where do you think you're running off to?"
