Heather George wiped her face with both hands, then covered her face, giving an order to her assistant, "Investigate her current situation, find out how much evidence she has on her hands."
The assistant had never seen Heather George this frantic before. In just a short while, she had been scared to the point of breaking out in a sweat. She responded to Heather George with a trembling voice, "I understand, Chairman."
...
It was past two o'clock. They had eaten, they had had fun, and they had purchased clothes. Yvonne was carrying Sandra with one hand and a bunch of shopping bags with the other. They had reached the underground parking lot of Belcourt Mall. As she got into the car, her phone rang.
She was buckling Sandra into her seat, she had tossed her phone into the center console. A glance at the caller ID showed that it was a call from Yolanda's teacher. She hurriedly picked up the phone to answer.
"Is this Yolanda's aunt?"
