Ronan Fordham waited outside the broadcasting studio. As soon as his boss emerged and coldly dropped the word, "Go," Ronan immediately followed.
For some reason, Ronan could clearly sense the icy aura radiating from his boss. It was cold enough to freeze someone to death.
They got into the Rolls-Royce waiting in the studio's VIP parking area. Just as the driver stepped on the accelerator, a figure suddenly darted out, throwing their arms wide open. Startled, the driver hastily jerked his foot off the gas pedal and let out a heavy breath, his eyes filled with shock.
"My God! I almost killed someone," the driver thought.
With someone standing fearlessly in front of the car, entirely unafraid of death, the vehicle had no choice but to remain firmly parked.
