The two waited with hopeful hearts throughout the afternoon.

Time flew by in the blink of an eye. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon, but no one could find a way to save Rosalie.

Mary's eyes were red with anxiety. She lost her composure and glanced at Byron from time to time, wanting to ask him what to do now.

Byron did not respond at all. The expression on his face was even a little cold.

From his demeanor, Mary could not help but ask, "President Lawrence, how long do we have to