"Ah!"
Riveras Hayes screamed, quickly covering his face, "You nasty woman, what did you spray?"
"Mr. Avery, this is my special self-defense spray! If you don't seek medical attention in time, your face will rot."
Elara Don said as she hurriedly ran to the window and opened it to let fresh air in.
"Elara Don, well done! Dare to mess with me? Even if my face rots, I will still have you!"
Riveras Hayes, with a face full of anger, walked toward Elara Don.
Still thinking about that kind of thing at a time like this?
Elara Don frowned, glanced outside the window, and quickly climbed onto the windowsill.
The room door was locked, and she couldn't leave through the entrance, so she had to think of another way.
This was the third floor; jumping straight down could cripple her, if not worse.
But there was a drainpipe nearby, and an air conditioner unit hung outside the second floor; as long as she was careful, she could land safely.
