Although the black car was completely wrecked, it was evident that it was a luxury vehicle, its headlights lighting up the cold, wet rainy night like snow. The car had not yet come to a complete stop when guards rushed out from the castle, attempting to block it.
Miss Long saw this and quickly closed the window, threw on a coat, and ran outside.
Just as she descended the stairs, she saw a tall man carrying something rushing in, drenched by the rain. His black trench coat clung wetly to his body, while his wet hair lay messily over his brow. Rainwater ran down his rigid facial contours, and his wet Mack boots stepped heavily on the stairs, leaving pools of water on the floor.
What he was cradling seemed to be a woman, covered by a raincoat; long, deep-red hair hung loosely over his arm, and the hem of her dress was soaked with rainwater.
"Hey, sir, you can't come in here, who are you? This is a private residence, you can't just barge in," Mike hurriedly stopped him.
