The young man understood the meaning behind that look and patted his shoulder sorrowfully, "At least you haven't lost your conscience. Wish you a third base tonight."
"Mind your own business and clean up your own mess first." Ann Chapman looked beyond the young man, spotting a woman in a blue dress running towards them with excited eyes. The young man glanced back, his expression changed drastically, and without saying a word, he turned on his heel and ran.
The woman in the blue dress stomped her foot in frustration and chased after him.
Ann Chapman raised her hand to check her watch. Mia Moreland had left more than ten minutes ago and still hadn't returned.
At that moment, Mia Moreland was standing in the corridor, looking at Lynette Moreland across from her, who was dressed splendidly. Mia was the most beautiful of the three sisters, but she lacked the presence and aura that her sister had acquired from seven or eight years in the officialdom.
