She let go of her hand, and her small face once again showed a flash of anger.
"Nathan, where's the child!?" She rushed forward, grabbing the man's collar with great force, and surprisingly pushed him back a step.
"Miss Gibson, don't be anxious. After such a long journey, have some water and rest for a moment!" Nathan smiled at her, unfazed by her action.
"You bastard!" She cursed angrily, her fury almost at its peak, "...Nathan, you look so refined, but I didn't expect you to be just a gangster! You bastard!"
The anger and anxiety in her heart made her curse time and again. Her gaze wished she could kill him with a knife!
Nearby, David Wright always kept a smile on his lips, observing Crossley Gibson since she got off the car. Her white T-shirt and black jeans were simple attire but did little to hide her beauty.
