One of the security guards looked at Molly Ward who was in a pitiful state, almost unrecognizable, and kindly advised: "Miss Ward, I suggest you stop making a scene."
Molly Ward's face was as pale as paper, and she cried out, "I don't want to make a scene either, but I'm desperate, I'm really desperate."
The security guard wanted to say more, but his companion tugged at his sleeve, and seeing his still unwilling expression, whispered, "Anguo, there's always something detestable about pitiful people, you'd better not get involved."
With that, the man didn't even look at Molly Ward and pulled his companion back to the entrance to continue working.
Lily Shaw stood three meters away from Molly Ward, watching her sit on the ground crying bitterly, but her miserable state didn't elicit even a shred of sympathy from Lily.
There's a saying: What goes around comes around.
"Molly Ward, what do you want from me?" Lily Shaw took a few steps forward and asked coldly.
