Chapter335-A Farce, Take Me Home
"It's alright, Amelia... I'll protect you... We need to leave here quickly..."
John held Amelia close, trying to calm her racing heart.
Once he was sure her emotions were stable, he gently took her hand and cautiously led her out of the room.
Together, they silently moved through the corridor, staying out of sight of the terrorists.
They'd barely gone a few steps when John felt a sudden chill. Instinctively, he pulled Amelia close.
A dark shadow streaked past them, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.
Shielding Amelia, John squinted into the distance.
A figure slowly came into focus.
The man looked rather sleazy, with beady, triangular eyes and a sharp chin.
Dressed in black, he wielded a dagger that gleamed coldly in his hand.
Amelia's eyes widened in shock.
She hadn't seen where the man had come from.
One moment there was nothing, and the next, a man stood before them.