In America, Suzune widened her eyes when she saw her phone rejected.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing because in her entire life, she had never experienced this.
She may have been a frequent victim of racism, but no one had ever rejected her charms - not even the men in her family whether in Japan or America.
"Hmm, your plan has been read," said the woman standing next to Suzune's bedroom door. She was leaning against the door, wearing a short nightgown that only reached halfway up her thighs.
Of course, she was Rebecca, Suzune's mother.
Since she was already wearing a nightgown, so her hair was already loose. It was long, bushy, and wavy.
Hearing her words, Suzune pressed her lips together and forcefully hid her anger.
"Do you have any suggestions?" she asked.
"It seems that the usual means are useless, so it might not be worth continuing to do this," Rebecca replied.
"You're the one who told me to do this." Suzune reminded her.
