Outside, dozens of mercenaries had their guns trained on the three people in the car.
Viola caught Arthur's gaze through the rearview mirror, her eyes filled with worry.
"Arthur, this place is completely surrounded. No one's coming to save you, so if you're smart, get out now," the leader of the group, a man in a black mask, said coldly.
Viola pressed her lips together and said, "Look, your grudge is with Arthur. This is between you and him. I'm not involved, so can I leave?"
As soon as she spoke, she felt a sharp, piercing gaze on her back, but it quickly faded.
She exhaled softly, relieved.
It wasn't that she didn't care about what happened to Arthur, but they were practically strangers. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have been dragged into this situation in the first place. '
