Jane Sampson nodded and quickly complied.
As for any identifying item on her, it would be nothing but the ring taken by that young psychopath.
After changing clothes and wearing the mask, hat, and sunglasses, Jane Sampson followed the person next to her and got off the car, then directly boarded the helicopter next to them.
Jane Sampson could clearly feel that once she stepped onto the helicopter, the people who had been protecting her visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
Once Jane Sampson sat steadily, the plane took off.
Jane Sampson leaned against the window, looking out at the city's night view. The experiences of these days felt like a surreal and thrilling dream to her.
"Let me see the hand that was injured."
Suddenly, someone next to her spoke one sentence.
The voice was very familiar, and Jane Sampson turned sharply to look at the person beside her, utterly astonished, "Grandfather?"
