Chapter 594: Damn Woman!

Joy Parker clung tightly to Samuel Johnson's arm, her palms already covered in cold sweat, and the hairs on her back were standing on end.

Not far away, the youth who had just come in also attracted the attention of many people.

Those striking orange-red, choppy locks, coupled with the man's pale, delicate, and even somewhat effeminate features, were indeed eye-catching.

More so, that person had a pair of heterochromatic irises, one blue, one purple, carrying an air of the bizarre.

This individual's temperament was too unique, making it hard not to draw attention.

Joy wished she could just stick to Samuel and completely hide behind him.

She knew they would eventually have to meet Jordan Guthrie, but the encounter now felt too soon, incredibly premature; she hadn't even had time to prepare psychologically.

For the first time, she discovered just how cowardly she could be. Seeing that man, she felt like a mouse that saw a cat, wishing she could disappear into a crack.