In the car, the young lady had her eyes closed, pretending to sleep. The man was almost greedily staring at her face, unable to resist the urge to reach out...
With a "snap", the sound echoed crisp, causing the man to wince in pain, his face contorting.
Aubree Groove swatted his hand away, her eyes cold. "Do you not want your claws anymore?"
The man scoffed coldly. "You'll get your comeuppance."
Aubree Groove closed her eyes again, her brows slightly furrowing.
Half an hour later, the car drove into an abandoned factory.
Aubree Groove stepped out of the car and as she looked up, something cold fell on her face.
Feeling it, Aubree Groove murmured, "It's snowing."
The man behind her wanted to rush her, but his burning wrist held him back.
At this moment, Aubree Groove's phone in her pocket rang. She took it out - it was Anton Cook calling.
Aubree connected the call and raised the phone to her ear.
