“Claire! Claire!” Cristelle cried, chasing after the car. But the car had never stopped.

“STOP!” She cried, kicking off her high heels. But the distance between her and the black car only widened. Ultimately, she lost all her strength as she collapsed against the cold concrete of the road.

Why does Claire not bother to jump down the car and talk to her? She had clearly seen her sister.

Did she do that to protect her?

Those journalists didn’t dare to approach her, but they had everything on their cameras. Cristelle didn’t even care about her surroundings. She walked in her bare feet and leaned against the cold wall nearby....