No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like an act.
Could it be real...
Luo Xuan was uncertain now.
"River Sparrow."
"Yes." A tall woman in a tight-fitting leather outfit appeared behind Luo Xuan.
"Bring her out."
"Really? It's Heather, if..."
"Bring her out."
Even if they kept her here indefinitely, it wouldn't solve anything; there would be no progress.
"Yes."
The woman named River Sparrow led Heather out of the secret room.
Heather's previous guess was correct; she was locked in a secret room, and outside there were people guarding everywhere, surveillance cameras installed in corners—escaping this place by herself was not an easy task.
River Sparrow was always holding onto Heather and paying attention to every move she made, fearing she might launch a sudden attack.
Sometimes Luo Xuan would go to see her, but every time he turned around, he saw a Heather who seemed already lifeless, being carried along like a puppet, which inevitably aroused his doubts.
