"Now let's see what Kyril Ross has sent, finally that man sent someone. It took him more time to respond to my plan and why the fuck he sent such an amateur man for an important task!?"
She pulled the dusty white cloth off from the sofa, which had gotten grey and black smears. The lady plopped down in the sofa and recalled the man with the cart, inwardly she cursed Kyril Ross.
Renna groaned and flung her arm out, moving it a little as if she was doing some exercise. Of course, she could not let her joints get broken because a long marathon was waiting for her.
The young heiress slipped her right hand into the neckline of the dress and pulled out a crumbled piece of paper from her Chantelle sportswear bra.
"Oh! This place is near by."
A bright smile appeared on her lips which soon turned into an evil smirk, no less than an evil and cold Medusa!