"Come on… don't die like that. You can kill him now. I'm not in the car anymore."
Penny, seated lazily in the open backseat of a car, muttered to the body lying motionless on the ground.
It was the rider—the one who had tried to shoot Jonathan—only to end up run over by Penny's bodyguards. If Mark had been even a second late, Jonathan would've been dead. And given how their car was moving, his death might've taken Penny with him in an inevitable crash.
"Come on…" she mused again, offering a smile to the first responders as they cleaned her minor wounds. "Thank you."
One of them smiled back and nodded. "You'll still need to get checked at the hospital, just to be safe."
"Mhm." Penny hummed, watching the responder leave with her kit. Her gaze drifted past her, landing on Jonathan, who was being tended to a few feet away.
