Chapter 1770 Saving Might Be the Wrong Move

As Tracy shook her head, trying to rid herself of the intrusive thoughts, a sudden gust of wind swept through the air. Though it was a crisp autumn day, she felt as if she had fallen into a freezing cavern. Quickening her pace, she eventually broke into a jog, desperate to shake off the ominous feeling. Yet, no matter how fast she moved, the sensation of being watched clung to her like a shadow, making her heart pound and beads of sweat form on her forehead. Before long, she finally reached a well-lit area where there was a security guard. Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a hand tapped her on the shoulder. Tracy jumped and panicked. "Don't come for me! I had nothing to do with it!" The man behind her frowned and replied, "Tracy, what's wrong?" Hearing the familiar voice, Tracy exhaled deeply. "You scared me to death! I kept feeling like someone was following me." The man, Malcolm Dwain, was old enough to be Tracy's father. He was clearly in his late 40s and had