"Lucas Walker, this time, I'll only leave one scar, don't provoke me again, or I won't miss my next strike!"
Outside the door, the voices of the bodyguards were getting closer. Ivana Bennett quickly grabbed the glass cutter at hand, wrapped it in cloth, and hit the already scratched glass with force. Immediately, a round hole was broken open.
Turning her head, looking at Lucas Walker, who looked ridiculous after being scratched by her, Ivana chuckled.
"It's a pity I don't have my phone on me, otherwise, I really should take a picture of you as a souvenir, Count, farewell!"
She blew a kiss to Lucas Walker, then agilely climbed out through the glass pane. She stepped lightly onto the exterior ornamental lamp, vaulted up to grab the railing, and climbed onto the roof.
"Ivana, I will catch you!" Lucas Walker roared, laying on the pillow.
Bang!
The door was kicked open, and the bodyguards, guns in hand, rushed in. They ran to the bed and aimed their weapons at it.
