Chapter 165: Skin deep
"You. Saw. Nothing."
Fil’s irises went wide as she held her breath, staring at Michael in horror. The latter glanced behind the pillar, clicking his tongue.
"Let’s get out of here," he said, taking her wrist and dragging her away from the scene.
Fil knew what was happening, but for some reason, she couldn’t control her body. All she could do was let Michael drag her away until they reached the quiet hallway. But as if that wasn’t enough, Michael continued to drag her to a nearby fire exit.
"What..." Fil froze, watching him peek at the door before closing it. "... are you doing?"
"Huh?" Michael looked back at her in dismay. "I’m taking you away from what it looks like a murder scene?"
Murder...
Fil’s complexion turned pale. Even though she was on the journey of revenge, she never wished for them to die. Vincent, Marianne, Valerie, Rosalind, Marcus, and even Michael. She hated them to the core, but killing them in cold blood? That wasn’t what she wanted or planned.
"Call for help," she blurted out, her entire body shivering in horror. "What are you doing? You should call for help... or are you in this?"
His mouth curved down.
"If you’re not, then call for help. If you don’t want to, then I will." Fil shook her head, trying to walk past him to call for help.