He reached out and fiercely wiped away, the pallor of his face stained with a large swath of bloody red.
His cold eyes swept across the car window outside; if it wasn't someone closest to him, who could trap him, who could hurt him?
This time, he had been careless.
Such a car crash would definitely have someone call the police immediately, and before long the siren sounds would echo all around.
In the car that collided head-on with Amir Hallow, the man in the passenger seat roughly shoved aside the driver, who was now oblivious to whether he was dead or alive.
A grim face seemed engraved with the breath of death; Amir Hallow knew how ruthless these people could be. He wasn't worried about himself but about Charlotte Miller. The information Amir gave wasn't complete, and Charlotte was unaware of the ambush on this road.
The man's thin lips curled into a chilling smile; since she'd come to pick him up, he'd carve a bloody path to meet her.
