All the flashlights were pointing in the same direction when suddenly, Sylvan Cheney stopped in his tracks!
His pupils dilated in an instant, and his cold eyes were filled with a look of panic.
For a moment, his body was overtaken by a chill, as if he had plunged into an ice cellar.
Almost at the same time, he sprinted to the bonfire and picked up Jasmine Yale from the ground!
The edge of Jasmine Yale's coat was burning, emitting a waft of scorched smell.
Sylvan Cheney took off her coat and with a fierce flick, he extinguished the fire!
He reached out to check her breathing, thankfully, it was okay.
The bodyguards had never seen Sylvan Cheney lose his composure like this, especially when he was trembling while checking Miss Yale's breath.
They always saw Sylvan Cheney as composed and unfazed by changes.
This time, they saw a different Sylvan Cheney for the first time.
They saw fear, fright, unease, and confusion on his face.