William Hale glanced at Zoe Bell, making sure she was unharmed before feeling slightly relieved.
"Mr. Hale, save me!" Kevin Bell, upon seeing him, was like someone seeing their kin, "This old woman, she wants to kill, please help me call the police."
Director Hall only then snapped back to reality.
Everything had happened in just a matter of seconds.
She was in a daze, and in a moment of impassioned impulsiveness, she had carelessly swung the object in her hand, never intending to actually harm Kevin Bell.
William Hale was dressed in black today, standing in the doorway, backlit.
His features concealed, but those eyes were sharper than an eagle's, and as startling as a wolf's, scaring her into a frantic heartbeat.
It's over,
this time it was really over.
She had injured someone.
Kevin Bell would never let her off, she regretted, why didn't she agree to his demand for five million just now; now, even if she agreed, he definitely wouldn't.
