At this time, I didn't have time to bother with Mabel at all.
I could feel that there were a pair of cold eyes behind me.
I stood still. And I felt chillness down my back.
Ryan didn't care about what others would think of him at all. After that, he took the shorthand notebook in front of her and went out.
As I was standing there, I heard the sounds of leather shoes rubbing against the ground behind me.
Then Patrick passed by me and walked to the front of Ryan. And he said politely, "Mr. Ryan, this competition is organized by us. We have the responsibility to send everyone back home safely. So she can't go with you."
"Why?" Ryan raised his head and looked at Patrick, "Do you mean that she won't be safe if she goes with me?"
"Yes."
Patrick wasn't evasive at all.
Ryan stood still. He looked at Patrick from head to toe and laughed out loud, "Young man, could it be that you think that I, an old man in my fifties, will do anything to her?
