“Are you okay?”
A figure walked through the dissipating remnants of gunpowder toward Sabrina’s car. He then kicked open the car door and popped his head into the vehicle to check if she was all right.
Sabrina stared at the man wordlessly.
Her mind blanked for several seconds as she took in his appearance. Finally, she nodded groggily at the bespectacled man.
It was Solomon.
As Sabrina crawled out of the car, she stammered, “I-I’m fine.” She looked disheveled, and her tone had lost its usual impudence.
Solomon merely glanced at her coldly.
The city of Clear shared the same climate as Chanaea. Though they were approaching the cold season, it was far from being the sort of weather that warranted thick winterwear.
Thus, Sabrina could not help but notice how out-of-place Sebastian seemed in his wool turtleneck and black tweed trench coat.
More perplexing was the discovery that his appearance seemed much too immaculate for a person who had purportedly gone through a gunfight.
Looking at the man standing before her with effortless elegance, Sabrina frowned in incomprehension.
“Good. Get into my car.”
Nonetheless, Solomon seemed unaffected by her gawking.
He had no desire to make small talk after confirming that Sabrina was okay. Immediately after, Solomon turned and headed straight for his car, leaving a speechless Sabrina staring at his back.
She allowed herself one last glance at Solomon before turning to her car.
Sabrina was preparing to drag a trapped Isaac out of the car.
“Ms. Hayes, let us deal with this. You may head to Mr. George’s car.”
Solomon’s men approached her before she could re-enter her car, volunteering their services to save Isaac on her behalf.
Well then. Sabrina spun on her heels and awkwardly trudged to Solomon’s black car.
The chilly night air reeked of gunpowder and blood.
All that disappeared the second Sabrina set foot in Solomon’s car. She reveled in the warm temperature of the vehicle and the pleasant aroma of lemons, which did wonders in eliminating the tension in her body.
Right then, she realized that this was the first time they were riding in the same car.
Solomon started his car wordlessly and drove in the direction of the city while Sabrina fidgeted restlessly in the backseat.
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