Sumr Shawcross was startled, quickly grabbing onto the car door to stop herself from being thrown off by the sudden brake.
She gasped, turning her head in astonishnt, only to realize that the taxi was completely surrounded by police cars and black sedans.
Sumr looked around and noticed that aside from the police cars, the style of those black sedans felt very familiar...
It seed like the kind of cars that Noah Drexler’s bodyguards used.
...
At that mont, on the road.
Many police officers and people dressed as bodyguards got out of the police cars and black sedans, surrounding the taxi.
Just then, the driver, who was already scared stiff, took advantage of Sumr’s inattention, suddenly pushed the car door open, and fled the vehicle.
"It’s none of my business, I don’t know anything..."
Inside the car...
"..." Watching the fleeing driver, Sumr Shawcross was left speechless.
Everything happening in front of her made her suddenly feel like... she seed to have done sothing bad...
Just as Sumr was staring in shock at the scene outside the car, the black sedan blocking the taxi in front suddenly backed up, making way.
A black sedan drove up from the front, stopping right in front of the taxi!
The car door was pushed open, and a long leg clad in a black leather shoe stepped out first.
Following this, a man with handso yet exceedingly stern features got out of the car.
His gaze locked onto the inside of the taxi.
Noah Drexler just got out of the car when Sean Morgan, who had arrived slightly earlier, ca over and whispered by his side.
"Boss, your wife is in the car!"
"But there’s no one else in the car, only a driver, and he seems... just like a normal driver." At this point, Sean Morgan glanced at the driver already apprehended by police, his expression filled with even more confusion.
The wife doesn’t seem to have been kidnapped.
No kidnapper would be so spineless, giving up the mont they saw the police...
After Sean finished speaking, Noah Drexler didn’t say a word; he just pressed his thin lips together, his gaze coldly fixed on the interior of the car.
As he saw the woman sitting calmly in the back seat of the taxi, his dark eyes finally flashed with light.
He took a step forward, striding confidently towards the taxi.
...
Inside the car.
Sumr Shawcross was frozen there when she saw the man walking towards the taxi, her heart tightened suddenly.
Especially... upon seeing the man’s face filled with coldness, her heart tightened, and only then did she realize...
She suddenly left the mall out of the bodyguards’ sight; could it be they thought... she had been kidnapped?
Otherwise, the fuss outside wouldn’t be so exaggerated.
Thinking of this, Sumr’s expression changed, and she hurriedly pushed open the car door and got out.
The man had already reached her, and seeing her suddenly get out, he stopped in his tracks and looked down, carefully scrutinizing her from head to toe.
His gaze paused for a second on her injured finger wrapped in gauze, then shifted back to her slightly panicked little face.
His gaze was too sharp and intense, making Sumr feel a bit uneasy. She could only purse her lips and softly say,
"Noah Drexler, I wasn’t kidnapped..."
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