After a while, the car merged into the traffic.
The crowd disappeared from view.
Recalling the crushed car, Vinson asked, “They smashed your car earlier, right? Who was inside your car?”
“F*ck!” It was only then that Carter remembered Arielle was still being pursued.
He exclaimed, “It's Arielle. Hurry, let's go save her!”
Vinson's heart sank at the news.
Back when he hurried downstairs, he kept praying that no one would be in the car. Even if there was someone in the car, it shouldn't be Arielle! Alas, his hope was crushed.
“Where did she go?” “She ran across the road when the light was green and disappeared. A few men went after her, though. I think she escaped into the shopping mall across the street. The mall should be crowded enough for her to shake those men off.” Carter paused, his expression scrunched up guiltily. “I'm sorry. If I knew this was going to happen, I wouldn't have brought her here.”
“You shouldn't have brought her here in the first place.” Vinson's face fell as he tamped down his irritation.
Carter said apologetically, “I wanted to see if she could help save that customer in the hospital. I had no idea this would happen. It's all my fault, so you can punish me however you like.”
Instead of replying, Vinson made a sharp U-turn and headed for the shopping mall.
Right before they arrived at the mall, Vinson finally spoke. “We shall get to that later. Now, we need to find where she is. You should contact the person in charge of the shopping mall and check the surveillance cameras, and I'll look around for her. Keep in touch.”
“All right!” Carter agreed.
He had barely finished his words when the car came to a screeching halt before the shopping mail's west entrance.
At once, a security guard marched over to them.
“You can't park—” Before he could finish his sentence, he saw two men alighting from the vehicle.
He froze and immediately hung his head low. “Mr. Nightshire.”
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