The smoke made everyone's vision blurry. But they could still make out figures moving.

Yvonne could barely see Mark. A few men were protecting him and fleeing the scene.

No! She couldn't let him get away!

Her hand reacted quicker than her brain. She squinted her eyes and aimed at Mark's leg before firing her gun.

Mark stumbled, but soon his men surrounded behind him, protecting him from Yvonne.

Yvonne could no longer shoot him anymore. She watched them drag Mark away, leaving a long trail of blood.

When the smoke had dissipated, Yvonne ordered her men to track Mark down. "I want to see him, dead or alive."

"Yes, boss!" Her men quickly ran out of the factory.

Yvonne stood in the same spot, looking at the snowy, dark sky sullenly.

Stephen wanted to put his hand on her shoulder, but she swerved and avoided him. She cast him a cold gaze.

She slowly came to her senses. Her gaze softened. "I'm sorry. I was a little on edge."

She had been gone from Emerald Group for many years. She