Norris Moore gripped the bag in her hand tightly.
At this moment, the train had already travelled a short distance from the platform. Outside the window, it was pitch dark with the tracks stretching far into the distance. The train car was in disarray, yet the soothing voice of the female announcer gradually calmed everyone down. An old man sitting opposite her put his hat back on his face and leaned back in his seat to rest.
Gradually, everyone in the carriage regained their composure and sat in their assigned seats according to their ticket numbers. Norris Moore pursed her lips, stood up from her seat, and walked towards the restroom, clutching her bag.
She felt inexplicably uneasy.
She had been with Trenton Smith for about a month, and although she knew he was a man of high status, she didn't think he had the ability to make the railway authority stop a moving train.
