Shannon White simply watched the approaching person.
Squinting her eyes.
As the figure drew nearer, she saw the person's face distinctly.
A delicate oval face, with twinkling peach blossom eyes. Although the streetlight's glow was not particularly bright, it didn't obscure this woman's stunning beauty.
She was the sort who would make heads turn wherever she went.
Being a woman herself, Shannon White had to admit that both the woman's looks and charisma were absolutely top-notch.
Before Shannon could react, Viola Thompson moved over to Delia Frieman, lifting her up. "Are you okay, Ella?"
"I'm fine, Viola."
Delia Frieman, aware of Shannon's background, lowered her voice and said to Viola, "Viola, let's go. I'm really okay."
Compared to Shannon, Delia Frieman seemed absolutely ordinary.
It would be best to avoid causing a commotion.
Viola looked at Delia Frieman; her beautiful eyebrows knitted slightly. "Ella, who hit you?"
