Sophie Sullivan secretly took a deep breath and released her hand, leaving a dark red, bloody handprint on his trouser leg.
"Do you know you were wrong?"
Sophie raised her head, her tone unprecedentedly docile and obedient. "I was wrong." This 180-degree change in attitude made her seem almost like a different person.
Charlie River wondered if the maniac was schizophrenic.Perhaps she really was insane?
"Stand up," Thomas Shannon ordered icily.
His cold eyes were as frigid as thousand-year-old unmelting glaciers, and even the surrounding air pressure seemed to plummet.
Sophie struggled to stand, but as soon as she was on her feet, her legs buckled.
The man snorted, his contempt absolute. As the elevator door opened, he was the first to stride out with his long legs.
Sophie tossed the blood-stained shirt to the man in black and hurried after him.
Stumbling, she caught up to Thomas Shannon's pace just as Charlie River opened the car door for him.
