The woman pulled her mask and scarf up, before turning to leave.

Sebastian clenched his fists as he watched her leave. If even a fugitive had such a low opinion of him, he could only imagine what others thought of him.

He sat on the bench in the park alone, smoking.

After a while, the bodyguard brought him a down jacket and said, "Sir, where's Holly Blanche?"

"She left. She said she didn't want to talk to me. She wants to talk to my dad." Sebastian was burning with rage, and he no longer felt the cold.

The bodyguard sat down next to Sebastian and consoled him. "Don't get angry, Mr. Jennings. If she's not afraid of Elliot and Avery, it's normal that she isn't afraid of you. There's no need to take her seriously."

"If Elliot were to find himself in my position, he would have found a way to deal with her, unlike me. All I can do is run back to my dad."

"If Elliot is that great, Angela wouldn't have been able to toy with him as she had. I think you are overestimating him," the body