He almost immediately felt the temperature drop again, becoming even colder; outdoors was hardly bearable for anyone.
In his mind appeared the pale and haggard little face, Matthew Saxon frowned, a hint of concern faintly emerging in his eyes.
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Early morning, halfway up the hill.
This area was all affluent neighborhoods, so it wasn't outright pitch-black mountain forest as soon as you stepped out the door.
Both sides of the dark asphalt road were lit by street lamps, and though the light was dim, it was way better than none.
Scarlett Yates dragged her suitcase for a while, then felt her legs getting weak.
She'd just recovered from a high fever, and on top of that was quite hungry, which left her with barely any strength.
The fact she seemed to be walking out of Saxon Mansion in a composed and calm manner while dragging her suitcase was all held up by that so-called pride and laughable self-respect.
