Nicole looked back, walked over indifferently, and pulled the silk scarf from the hands of the two men.

She broke the silence in the air.

“Let’s go. We’re late.”

Nicole sat in the car and took the initiative to speak.

Clayton stood upright and glanced at Eric coldly. “Goodbye, Mr. Ferguson.”

He scrutinized Eric while ignoring his oppressive chill. He then walked around the front of the car, got inside, and started the engine.

Eric sat there motionless. His eyes narrowed sharply and dangero