C331 The Pleading Behind the Toughness

The car sped along the road, and the driver, Owen, turned into a driver. In the dull space, the woman in the backseat of the car trembled slightly.

An iron arm tightly held her and she could not move.

Rather than calling it a hug, it was more like a lock. The man who locked her up had an outstanding face, and his face was ashen.

Beads of cold sweat dripped down from Owen's forehead