Anabel Wilton, relieved that Irene Spencer hadn't raised the matter again, took the initiative to show goodwill.
"There are many people downstairs; let me go get it for you."
Irene Spencer paid her a good salary, so Anabel didn't want to completely fall out with her unless it was utterly necessary.
Watching Anabel leave, the smile on Anabel's own face gradually cooled.
Dammit, she dares to threaten me! The dog I raised has finally learned to bite its master. I won't be keeping such a dog around!
The alarm on the cell phone on the table went off.
Vera Wave reached out with her bare arm, grabbed the phone, turned off the alarm, yawned, and opened her eyes.
She stared at the ceiling for a moment, then looked around in confusion.
She was the only one on the single bed. Kris Cooper was nowhere to be seen.
Just as she was wondering, a soft BEEP came from the door. She quickly pulled the thin quilt to cover her shoulders.
"Who is it?!"
