The Lincoln car sped past, and the view from inside the car was actually very clear. Even if Charles Anderson, sitting at the back, didn't see it, how could Jack Hugh, who was focused on driving, miss it? He saw a figure slipping into the shadow of a tree trunk. As the car drove off, he saw through the rearview mirror, it was Rosie Scott.
"Mr. Anderson, that's the Madam."
The night breeze was cool, and the leaves rustled. The girl's shadow stretched long under the streetlights; she dared not stop walking. Ever since she saw Charles Anderson's car heading towards Anderson Castle, she quickened her pace even more.
If she were caught and brought back now, she would surely be met with Charles Anderson's terrifying gaze again.
As she walked, she suddenly stopped, looking back, always feeling someone was watching her. She started to jog, and suddenly her feet left the ground, her vision spun, and a cold fragrance rushed to her nose.
Rosie Scott's heart skipped a beat.
