Emerald followed quietly, her eyes drifting to the car window. She watched Greg standing his ground, still locked in a standoff with the opposing party.
His tall, broad figure exuded an unshakable dominance. It felt like a clash between old and new powers, and it left Emerald feeling uneasy.
Anastacia noticed her frown and quickly explained, "Teacher Greene, don't worry. Forget one person—even if it were hundreds, Greg could handle them easily. We've all clawed our way out of life-and-death situations. We've faced death before, so what's there to fear now? Do you really think he wouldn't make it on his own?"
"But he works for Mr. Corrigan," Emerald said hesitantly.
"So what? We're still following the boss' orders," Anastacia replied with pride.
His face lit up as he spoke, his dark eyes gleaming with confidence.
