It's him!
"Tom!"
Elara Don's legs felt a bit weak as she looked at the man descending like a god, her tightly wound heart suddenly loosening!
In a moment of danger, it was this thug who saved her!
Damon Hawke strode over to Elara Don, wrapping an arm around the woman who was about to stumble, and looked at her pale little face, his stern expression softening slightly.
"Don't be afraid, it's over."
The man's voice was deep, with a hint of comfort.
The familiar masculine aura brought a full sense of security.
Elara Don clutched his coat and barely managed to stand straight, looking at Elara Avery, who was curled up on the ground, still frightened.
At this moment, Elara Avery's face and hands were oozing with blood, hit by the splashback of acid.
The sight was grotesque!
Elara Don swallowed hard, forcing a smile towards Damon Hawke, her voice still trembling, "Thank you, Tom."
If this man hadn't appeared suddenly, she would have been the one disfigured now!
