Molly Wellington's lips parted slightly, revealing an astonished expression... It was clear that these iron discs were the source of the earlier loud noise.
It was likely a result of Allen's frustration after learning about her and Abraham Redington, with no outlet for his emotions.
Molly Wellington treaded lightly, approaching step by step.
Still immersed in some kind of negative emotion, Allen hadn't noticed her approach and continued to vent his inner rage on another sandbag.
"Allen..." At this moment, Molly Wellington spoke softly, calling out to him.
Her younger brother, who had been close to her since childhood, turned around at the sound of her voice.
The man's skin was pale. Despite being a racing driver, he was frail in his childhood and inherited his mother's complexion, making him even paler than ordinary people.
His eyes were the classic seductive kind, with the outer corners tilting upward and extending, adding a sharpness to his overly fair features.
