Chapter 1967

But Mark had hung up the phone.

He grabbed his car keys and made his way out of the office building.

His car was parked in the open parking lot outside.

The wind and rain whipped at him relentlessly, rendering his umbrella virtually useless.

When he finally reached his car, he was already soaking wet.

But Mark couldn’t care less.

When he opened his car door, the rain poured into his mouth.

his car also got

the driver’s seat

and turned on

his wipers were

appeared blurry to

was not safe to drive out in this

city, blowing all kinds of rubbish into the air

so dark that everything

halfway through to

metal rod smashed down onto the car out

the

Mark lost control of the wheel, and the slippery road sent the car

hit his head on

oozed from

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