"...Yes!" Charlotte Green deliberately showed a satisfied smile.
Kevin Cliff released his hand, turned his back, and clenched his fists to suppress his emotions.
Charlotte Green looked at him complexly, then saw the clock on the wall pointing to seven o'clock. It should be almost time, even if it hadn't gotten dark yet, it was close.
She got out of bed, put on her shoes, and left the room, only to be shocked to see the entire environment brightly lit.
She knew this was the Headquarters of the Organization, but she had not expected it to be so frighteningly large. This floor must be the medical floor—quiet and eerily deserted.
She looked up, searching for elevator signs, but couldn't find a single scratch that might help her orient herself. Without someone familiar to guide her, she really shouldn't have come here.
"This way." A cold voice sounded from behind her.
Charlotte Green, having no choice, reluctantly followed him.
