Amelie and Lamont were ambushed, and they were chased and intercepted all the way. In the end, they were cornered and couldn't leave.
"You bled a lot!"
More and more bodyguards in black rushed up. These people had originally come for them, and it was obvious that they wanted to kill them.
Amelie and Lamont were outnumbered. In addition, Lamont had been smashed in the back of his head by the pot that had suddenly attacked them. Now, he was exhausted, and they were no match for these people.
Amelie frowned slightly. She had never thought that Lamont would disregard his safety and save her.
Wasn't he the most selfish, coldest, and cruelest person in the world?
Dark red blood flowed down from Lamont's head, and his white shirt was dyed red. The wound on his arm was even more glaring.
Amelie felt indescribably complicated in her heart. It was as if she was choked by a large rock, and she couldn't breathe smoothly.