Marcus Shaw was slightly taken aback.
He raised his eyes to look at Nora Scott and saw her gaze fall on a certain spot. Then, she arched an eyebrow and walked straight toward a teenager heading for the door.
Seeing this, Marcus Shaw followed closely behind.
The teenager was about sixteen or seventeen years old. As soon as he reached the exit, he was suddenly grabbed by the collar, pulling him effortlessly backward. He stumbled a few steps.
He turned back in surprise and saw another teenager about the same age staring at him. The other's expression was stern, eyebrows tinged with frost, and the sharp, cool gaze gave him a sense of danger, making him feel as if thorns were on his back. A flood of curses that were about to spill out were swallowed back silently.
Marcus Shaw acted before Nora Scott.
— After all, in this mall, there are always those who know Nora Scott. If she made a move, they wouldn't have to wait until tomorrow; she'd be on the headlines tonight.
