"Let's go," Sherry White withdrew her gaze.
Angela Banks snapped back to reality, looking at Sherry White somewhat bewilderedly, "Sherry, that woman..."
"She might just look similar," Sherry White wandered towards the elevator, her voice still soft and gentle, "There are so many people in this world. It's not surprising for one or two to look alike."
"But..." It's just too similar.
The distance was too far, she hadn't seen the woman's facial details, but that aura around her, if it wasn't Norris Moore, who else could it be?
But Norris Moore was already dead.
A car crash, unrecognizable, all her belongings had been returned, Trenton Smith and the others had personally confirmed it, there could be no mistake.
Angela Banks looked up and ahead, Sherry White had already arrived at the elevator, pressing the button, and was now turning her head back with a slight smile, "Angela, come quick. The elevator is coming."
