Sandra stood at the entrance of the elevator, looking radiant. Shannon suddenly recalled Matthew's words. The elevator serviced only one apartment on each floor, and there was a facial recognition function in the elevator. If it weren't for that, Sandra would probably have already gone to her door.
"Is anything the matter?" Shannon's voice was cold.
Sandra's eyes were filled with anger. What did she mean by that? Of course she was here for something.
"What's going on? Shannon, why did you have to seduce my son? You're back because you still want to be Mrs. Wenley, don't you?" Sandra held the photo and looked aggressive.
A trace of impatience appeared on Shannon's face. She had really had enough.
