Ian Rowe slowly closed his eyes, losing sight only made the chaotic thoughts in his mind more rampant.
He tightened his grip, tasting despair for the first time.
As Maya Monroe walked near the venue, she saw some people pointing at her. One person boldly walked over and said, "Miss Monroe, aren't you supposed to be dead?"
Maya's face darkened. Holding her milk tea, she slowly forced an insincere smile: "Who do you say is dead?"
Maya continued walking toward the venue, and this time it was the director who came rushing as if he had seen a ghost. He gave her a bear hug:
"Miss Monroe, how did you get out?"
Maya disdainfully pushed him away: "Get out? From where?"
She looked ahead: "I just heard there was a fire here at the venue. No one was hurt, right?"
Scott also rushed over, Ivy clung to her neck, crying: "Sister Monroe, it's good that you're out. I was scared to death. You were the only one who didn't come out. I thought... I thought..."
