Chapter Three
The man sat in the car, mostly sober with cold sweat on his forehead and palms, but still stubbornly honking the horn and yelling at Nathan Morgan, "Get up!! Do you believe I'll run you over?!"
With a wicked smile, Nathan raised his lips and gestured with three fingers, "I'll count to three!"
"One!!"
The man's hands trembled...
"Two!"
Sitting in the car, the man struggled to swallow his saliva, clumsily searching for his cellphone to call for help, "Hello, hello, hello, come save me."
Sofia Hamilton furrowed her brows, "What on earth is Nathan trying to do?"
She felt something was off and prepared to walk over.
Ryan Gregory, however, grabbed her wrist, stopping her and pulling her closer to himself.
The person in the car still refused to come out, and Nathan had lost his patience. He picked up an iron stick and smashed it down hard on the car hood.
"Ah!!"
