In the bustling shopping mall, the man stood upstairs looking down and caught sight of Serena Sullivan being wheeled out in a wheelchair.
Her face was turned towards him, her expression indifferent, her eyes somberly fixed on the road ahead. Even when passersby pointed at her, she remained as calm as ever.
His gaze drifted down to her legs, and his nerves were stabbed, jumping painfully to the bone.
The long skirt that reached her ankles covered her legs, leaving the insides invisible!
If it weren't for this wheelchair, no one would believe someone as beautiful and intelligent as her would be a woman who couldn't even stand up with crippled legs!
"Sir!"
Yvette Sterling's voice came from behind, but Ethan Grant's gaze remained at the mall exit. He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and smoked fiercely.
Soon, smoke enveloped his front, a cold aura seeping from his handsome face, his eyes unknowingly turning fiercely harsh.
"They're locked in the restroom."
