Chapter 142

ADLER.

From afar, he could spot them, with Kyra leaning against the car and Lily next to her, with hands stuck into the pocket of a black hoodie; driving closer, he discovered it was his.

From their postures, only one of them was aware of the grave risk they had taken, and it was Lily whose fidget could be seen from a thousand miles away. When she noticed his car, she stepped backward.

Seeing her, one would think she was sightseeing, but minutes ago, she was on the brink of death. Except for her constant fidgeting, she looked neat until he dropped down and spotted the blood on her face.

Restraining the aggressiveness from his steps, he closed the distance between them, holding her gaze, the ice in his glare making it difficult for her to keep hers steady.

She whispered, "It's not what you..."

With his index finger, he swiped at the crimson stain on her forehead, and finding out the blood crust wasn't hers, his relief was complete. Without another word, he began to walk around them.

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