Amanda Smith lowered her head, her peripheral vision stealthily observing the man's line of sight, and then she carefully slid her fingers into her pocket.
Her fingers grasped the phone, her heartbeat suddenly accelerating, her trembling fingers betraying her nervousness, though she still had to maintain a frightened expression on her face.
The first person that came to her mind was Samuel Johnson.
How she wished he would come to rescue her, but she also knew, he might not even answer the phone.
She wasn't even sure if he had saved her number in his phone.
There might only be this one chance, she couldn't waste it.
Her thoughts racing, another person came to mind—Evan Willow.
When she had been sick with fever, he had set his number as a speed dial, just a single press would make the call.
At this moment, Amanda was immensely grateful for Evan's unconscious decision back then; it could be said to have saved her life!
