Suddenly, William Walters's cold voice echoed from behind.
"You think... You can leave just like that?"
Evelyn took a deep sigh as she turned toward William Walters, who was standing in his place, a malicious smile flashing on his lips.
She couldn't believe this man still had the nerve to hold her back after what she did to six of his bodyguards.
"Now what? You still have more idiot bodyguards hidden somewhere? Maybe in the pantry—" Her voice trailed off abruptly. Her gaze froze, and her heart stuttered to a halt.
From the hallway, a familiar figure emerged. The sight of him made her breath seem to stop and her mind whirl.
The world seemed to shrink, sound fading into a distant hum.
Her baton nearly slipped from her grasp.
Walking toward her, with his usual calm stride, was him... Nolan Palmer.
Her martial arts master.
Evelyn blinked rapidly, certain her eyes were playing tricks on her.
