The more she looked, the more the figure resembled that person.
Hannah leaned against the wall, reaching up to play with the curly locks at her bust, the earrings at the side of her face gently swinging with the strands, reflecting a red glow.
With a languid demeanor, she seemed utterly disinterested in whatever "scandalous material" Tiffany Lynch claimed to have that could "ruin her reputation", her eyes were so indifferent that not a ripple could be seen.
After a long while, she parted her lips and said slowly, "Do you think I care?"
Tiffany Lynch tugged at the corners of her lips, scoffing, "Why wouldn't you care? Aren't you afraid I'll release those things and you'll never be able to turn things around?"
In the distance, the interview had ended, and the lights gradually dimmed, as people started walking over here while talking.
Anxiety was already showing on Tiffany Lynch's face.
