Tyron stopped in his tracks and looked ahead with a grim face.
Aria, who was being held by him, looked in front as if she had seen a straw, her eyes bursting with strong hope, “Ronald!”
The man was Ronald, as well as a large group of bodyguards behind him.
Ronald looked at Aria worriedly, “Don’t worry, Mrs. Thomson, we will save you.”
Aria nodded his head repeatedly, finally relieved.
Tyron’s hands around her waist and on her legs tightened so hard that she cringed in pain from that.
Seeing this, Ronald’s brow furrowed, “Tyron, let Mrs. Thomson go, or I’ll kill you!”
Tyron sneered, “What if I don’t let go!”
“If you don’t let go, do you think you can walk out of here today?” Ronald asked him.
Tyron laughed, “I don’t think I can walk out if I let her go… Didn’t you bring so many people to catch me, besides coming to save her?”
Ronald was stunned, as he was right.
But soon, he and said, “Since you know, don’t blame me. Go, save Mrs. Thomson and catch this man.”