Philip Shaw let out a cold laugh, saying nothing, as he held her and slipped into the alleys of the residential area.
Footsteps echoed behind them; Trenton Smith's men were closing in. Philip Shaw kept his pace unchanged, weaving through the narrow streets with her in his arms.
Someone who had just finished breakfast opened their door, and upon seeing Philip Shaw's bloodied face, quickly shut the door in fright.
This was probably Philip Shaw's most embarrassing day in years.
Ambushed on his way home, nearly disfigured in a car accident, and having to escape with her in this run-down neighborhood.
What was the point?
If he just left her, it would be easier for him to escape alone.
Aldana Candi looked down at the man's arm tightly gripping her waist, her feelings complex.
No matter what happened, he wouldn't leave her behind. She didn't know if she should call him overly obsessive, or just self-centered...
