The man smiled slightly and turned to walk towards the office building.
Nathan looked at his wife's pale face, clearly scared out of her wits by what had just happened, and couldn't help but exclaim angrily, "Some people drive as if they're racing to reincarnate, without any regard for others' safety. People like that should have their licenses revoked and be locked up for a few days!"
Amelia slowly came back to her senses, her heart still pounding with fear.
If someone hadn't pulled her away at the critical moment, she might very well be lying here now.
"Where's the person who saved me?" Amelia asked Nathan.
Nathan looked towards the entrance of the office building, "He's about to go in."
The moment Amelia turned her gaze, the man's silhouette disappeared into the glass door; she saw only a man's figure, tall and burly, somewhat reminiscent of Schwarzenegger in "Terminator."
By the time Amelia arrived at the National Theatre, it was nearly eight o'clock.
