Chapter 47: Encountering an Unprecedented "Terrorist Attack

Hope Williams widened her eyes and upon turning around, saw Waylon Lewis with a frost-like complexion. His chilling and stern aura seemed as though he had crawled out from hell.

Hope felt a surge of terror from within and rolled her eyes speechlessly.

"You… let go." Hope gritted her teeth, wondering why he was haunting her like a persistent ghost, "Where are you taking me?"

"Taking you back."

"I don't need it!"

"Like you have a choice?"

"…"

"Uh…" Wyatt Lewis could even feel the fury emitting from Hope's amber-colored eyes.

Annoyed, Hope closed her eyes briefly, "Waylon, you're acting like a bandit..."

Waylon did not speak again, merely grabbing her and walking out without looking at her.

His domineering and arrogant demeanor was fully displayed.

"Waylon, can you not always resort to using force?"

"I can walk by myself. Would letting go kill me? If you have an illness get treated, Waylon…"