She had to go back and throw this bothersome thing to Beau Reed.
The persistent chattering behind her made Mary Douglas quicken her pace a few steps.
"Mary… mmm mmm…"
Quinn Martinez's voice suddenly sounded off, and Mary Douglas stopped, suddenly turning around. Quinn was being held by a man, her mouth covered, struggling fiercely.
Her eyes were filled with fear.
Mary Douglas furrowed her brows tightly, lifting her eyes to look at the man.
He wore a black baseball cap, a black mask, revealing only a pair of fierce eyes, glaring at her.
"I advise you not to meddle, otherwise I'll… I'll take you away too…"
"Mmm mmm… help…"
Quinn could only struggle now, tears streaming down her face from fear.
The fear and helplessness in her eyes were at their peak.
She understood Quinn's current fear and despair very well.
She was calling for help, and Mary knew she disliked her.
Quinn's plea for help was clear, perhaps Mary wouldn't care, might even be gloating to finally be rid of her.
