Claire Green slipped out through the hotel's back door after leaving the stage, her hat pulled low.
The tail following her made her lips curl up slightly, her beautiful eyes filled with an uncontrollable defiance and unruliness.
"J, get in the car."
Victoria Windsor lowered the window, casting a detached glance at the figures not far away, her voice calm under her mask.
Heeding her words.
Without waiting for the car to stop, Claire Green opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, casually making a handgun gesture at the window.
Her red lips whispered a single word: "Bang."
Watching the car drive away, the men's faces turned grim, especially after she made that gesture towards them.
"Do you think she knows someone is following her?"
Otherwise, there was no reason for such an action.
"It doesn't matter, keep up with her," the leader's voice carried an undismissable warning, "don't forget why we're here."
