“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.
She only lasted fifteen minutes before blurting impatiently, “How did you know that I was in trouble? I called you, but no one answered.”
“Then why did you come here?” came Solomon’s reply.
He’s not answering my question.
Sabrina was taken aback by the curveball he had thrown and explained, “I received an anonymous text telling me that you were here. When I came out of the airport earlier, the rental car driver told me that Willow had sent him.”
“Willow?” Solomon scoffed and said, “Willow would never do such a thing.”
“Why not?”
“She had been with me the whole time. If she didn’t even tell Nancy, why would she reach out to you?” He threw this last bit out sarcastically.
Sabrina was dumbfounded.
If it wasn’t Willow, then who was it? Who else knew that Solomon was here? Why would they purposely leak the information to me? Was this all an elaborate front to get me killed? Oh God, if Solomon didn’t get here in time, I might be dead right now.
It was a sobering and chilling realization.
Cold sweat formed on her back as her fear soon morphed into anger.
“Who did this? Who the hell’s trying to kill me?”
Solomon frowned at the sight of her outburst. Something akin to displeasure flitted through his eyes.
I don’t like women like her at all; they’re too naive. But what else can I do when she keeps landing herself in trouble? I have no choice but to put up with it, even if doing so is bad news for my lifespan.
“Who did you meet in Yaleview?”
“What?” Sabrina’s eyes widened in fury at his seemingly-innocent question.
How does he know that I was in Yaleview?
An uneasy feeling crawled up her chest as she stared at the back of Solomon’s head.
“Have you been keeping tabs on me?”
“Why is it surprising? That Mr. Sheerwood of yours has been feeding me information to butter me up,” Solomon said somewhat derisively.
Sabrina was practically choking on her anger right then.
Isaac Sherwood? That annoying wimp! Ugh!
“That *sshole! If he knew where you were, why didn’t he tell me? Why did he let me go on a wild goose chase? I went from Jetroina all the way to Yaleview!”
“I didn’t tell him where I was. Listen carefully. I said he’s been feeding me information, not the other way around,” Solomon added patronizingly.
