Terry Moore naturally knew about the shady deed Karen did in the dead of night.
But he was an honest man.
Honest men usually swallow their grievances silently.
Only this morning, he accidentally added a bit of "seasoning" for Karen.
He saw Karen eating with relish.
"I won't stoop to your level! But when we get out of here, if anyone dares to say they're tougher than me, I'll ask them—I've eaten shit before, have you?"
Karen's stomach churned, and his gut began to spasm.
But breakfast had already been hours ago and had long since digested.
"So, how's it looking?" Terry Moore asked while craning his neck below. "Are they on the move yet?"
The two of them had been lying in wait on the outskirts of Hidden Tennyson Villa under Julius Reed's instructions, waiting for the right opportunity.
After days of observation, the people inside finally seemed ready to leave.
Different regions, different times.
