Mark Reed walked around to the other side, opened the door, and got into the car.
He looked at the girl beside him who was burying her head and sobbing, his brows furrowed together. He took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
The girl clutched the jacket tightly with her small hands, trembling fiercely, and her sobs became more urgent.
Being a good Samaritan to the end, Mark Reed reached out and patted her shoulder, his deep magnetic voice comforting her, "You're safe now, no one will hurt you, don't cry..."
Before he finished speaking, the girl cried even louder: "Wah...wah..."
She was truly terrified.
The car was too conspicuous parked at the bustling roadside, so Mark Reed started the car and drove away from the Rolls-Royce. That group of people had already gotten up from the ground, glaring at him, yet not daring to make any moves.
Speeding along the way, the car stopped at the entrance of the police station.
