"Hiss—"
Accompanying Joy Parker's scream was the sound of Samuel Johnson stomping on the brakes.
His men were just behind them and would soon arrive; Samuel stopped the sports car and turned to look at Amanda Smith in the back seat.
Amanda lay unconscious on the car seat. In contrast to the front window which had not completely shattered, the degree of damage to the rear windshield was so severe that it had entirely broken, and large shards of glass were strewn over her body, with several large pieces even piercing into her flesh. She was sprawled on the car seat, a sharp piece of glass embedded deep into her shoulder, the light-colored suit she wore now completely saturated with blood to a dark shade.
Her breath was faint, without making a sound.
Joy was totally petrified, watching Amanda covered in glass fragments, tears suddenly falling. Seated, she didn't dare to move at all, only helplessly looking at Samuel.
