Amadeus Yancey, seeing the girl turning her head back by the side of the road, his bloodthirsty eyes clouded with surprise, he stomped out the cigarette in his hand and quickly approached her.
A surprised lift of his eyebrow, he grabbed her left wrist and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Nathalie Quinlan only saw a tall figure bearing down on her, an overwhelming presence, her wrist being gripped again, her temples throbbing, she suppressed the impulse to struggle and said nonchalantly, "I heard there's a good milk tea place nearby, came to buy some."
"Milk tea?"
"Yeah."
Amadeus Yancey frowned, he didn't know if there was a milk tea shop on this street, but there were plenty of bars.
He had just been smoking in the corner, noticing quite a few men looking over to the roadside, commenting on someone's attractive legs, so he glanced over that way.
And he had seen her standing by the roadside, utterly unaware!