"If I run out quietly now, the security at the door will have seen me," Joy Ward clenched her teeth fiercely, forcing herself to calm down, a ruthless flash crossing her eyes, a plan forming in her mind.
She kicked off her high heels, ruffled her meticulously styled hair, and dashed out in a state of panic, heading straight for Waylon Lewis.
Waylon noticed Joy's distraught appearance and frowned.
Tightening her grip on his clothes, Joy blurted out in utter urgency, "Waylon... quick, I just saw Hope Williams... she's fallen, and there's so much blood."
"What did you say?" Waylon's eyes narrowed instantly.
Startled by his icily black eyes, Joy couldn't help but retreat a couple of steps.
Her heart skipped, nearly suffocating for a moment.
"Where is she?" His eyes filled with concern.
"In... at the entrance of the building..." Joy's voice trembled with fear.
Without hesitation, Waylon rushed inside.
