Emelia quietly waited for the scene of Alaia's death. She would keep this exciting moment in mind.
Just when everyone thought that Alaia would definitely die, there was the roar of a sports car behind them.
Everyone looked over and found a grey-purple Pagani rushed over. They quickly dodged away.
A gust of wind blew past, and the purple shadow of the car smashed open the iron door. With a drift, the car stopped below the balcony.
The car door opened, and a dark figure climbed onto the roof of the car with one hand. He extended his hand towards Alaia.
"Get down!"
Alaia was dumbfounded as he looked at Camilo, who had descended like a deity.
"Mr. Chase?"
Camilo's eyes reflected the light of the fire. He was angry, but he was also cold. He almost gritted his teeth and ordered Alaia, "Do you want to die? Jump down!"