The doorbell suddenly rang, and Shannon was jolted out of her work. She got up and walked out.
"Did you bring me some food? I'm starving." Shannon smiled brightly as she opened the door to welcome Pete in.
Instead, she came face to face with Janice, who was dressed in branded goods from head to toe. Why was this woman here?
The smile on Shannon's face froze, and she reached out to close the door.
"Miss Zanders, aren't you going to invite me in?" Janice blocked the door.
A trace of annoyance appeared in Shannon's beautiful eyes. The hatred in her heart deepened when she saw this woman.
"I don't welcome you! Besides, I can't stand the sight of a murderer like you. I'm afraid you'll dirty my house. Please leave." Shannon's voice was chillingly distant.
Her clear and beautiful eyes were now filled with hatred.
"What are you saying? What murderer? You…"
