Aurora Blaine looked up.
The man's features were elegant, his brows tightly knitted. He wore a professional suit, with the buttons on the jacket open, and a large smear of blood on his right chest stained his white shirt red, a shocking sight.
Upon seeing the man's face clearly, Aurora Blaine was taken aback, "Mr. Stan?"
Why was Stan Thorne injured?
The clothes had a hole penetrated through them, it was a gunshot wound.
Stan Thorne's breathing was unsteady, and before he could speak, there was the sound of footsteps behind him.
Aurora Blaine instantly became alert, her gaze sweeping to the back of Stan Thorne.
Five or six men in black clothing appeared, each looking well-trained.
Stan Thorne must have been injured by them.
Using a gun to deal with a common person, how shameless?
Sean Sawyer stepped out from the crowd, "Mr. Thorne, will you consider it?"
Aurora Blaine, who was a bystander, interrupted their business, and someone on the side told Aurora Blaine, "Get lost."
