Enna Clark's exit was much smoother than she expected; she had been worried that the people outside would realize she wasn't Scarlett.
But no one guarding the exterior of the abandoned factory noticed anything wrong. As she came out, they all avoided even glancing her way.
It was only when Enna Clark had pulled open the door of the car parked outside that one of them cautiously asked, "B... Boss, are you leaving by yourself? Then... "
Enna's heart had risen to her throat, her palms sweaty on the car door; there weren't just a few people outside like inside the house—the factory was surrounded by more than twenty people. Even with a can of anesthesia spray hidden on her, it would be impossible to deal with all of them at once. If she were discovered, she'd be done for!
