Her hands were covered in sweat, and she almost couldn't hold the scissors.
Finally, she aimed the scissors at the yellow fuse, closed her eyes, and was about to cut it.
Behind her, there was a sudden roar of anger.
"What are you doing?"
Then she heard another sound.
"Clank!"
The sound was clear and crisp.
A black shadow flashed, and the man grabbed the scissors and threw them to the ground.
Yvette raised her eyes and looked over. His handsome and refined face was filled with anger, which rarely happened.
"You?" She frowned.
"Who else?" Charlie's tone was unkind and sarcastic.
Seeing that Yvette didn't say anything, Charlie said unfriendly, "Tell me. Who else do you think will save you other than me?"
Charlie thought, due to a series of events at the venue, I left early in anger.
On my way back, my men reported to me those fishy incidents.
