Chapter 390

Ambrose walked out of the cafe, she uttered no more words to them since she knew that no matter how hard she would insist she knew that pale white woman, the woman would refuse and Dzarma would never cooperate with her, let alone listen to her. 

Right after she had stepped foot outside the cafe, a minivan with white painted windows, such that one couldn't see inside, pulled right in front of her. 

The door slid open, and two men pulled her inside. She tried to pull away from them and scream for help, but no one made a move to help her out. 

She knew Dzarma was watching, but he, too, didn't come to help her out. 

What about Minerva? where was she? Hadn't she promised to look out for her? 

These men were stronger than her. She couldn't handle them on her own and showcasing one's power in public, most especially around humans, was a no.