The cold drink in her hand slipped from her palm, falling at her feet, her eyes widening...
For a while, she maintained the same posture, like she had become a statue.
"..." The Middle-aged Man saw her Face clearly, squinted his Eyes, recalled something, his Facial expression changed, and he turned and ran.
He looked just like someone Encountering a debt collector!
"Emma, what's wrong? Do you know that person?" Harrison Yale sensed something was off with her, reached out to hold her arm, turning her to face him.
Emma Aiden kept her head down, her Body trembling, struggling to stay calm, yet she couldn't control herself.
"Emma, Emma?" Harrison Yale furrowed his brow, grasped her shoulders with both hands, forcing her to lift her head and look at him.
"What exactly is going on? Speak, don't scare me."
"Harry..." Emma Aiden trembled all over, as soon as she spoke, tears began to flow.
Recalling the Face she had just seen, familiar pictures constantly flashed before her eyes...
