Arielle replied unswervingly, “I’m not messing with you. I do know some programming, so maybe I can be of help. Trust me.”
Vinson looked deeply into her bright eyes. They were crystal clear and yet icy-cold.
Seeing there was no way to stop her, he obliged. “Okay, you can come with me.”
They exchanged glances and then ran up to the first floor against the crowd. The elevator was out of order during emergency.
Both of them carefully avoided the gasoline on the floor until they reached the first floor. Although they had been very cautious, their feet were still injured to a certain extent. Ignoring his own wounds, Vinson noticed Arielle’s burnt ankle first.
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