Jaylene Ziel's straightforward words clearly took Hazel Hoffman off guard, and it took her several seconds to react.
She looked at the woman before her, still the same Jaylene Ziel. She had originally thought that like Aurora Richardson, Jaylene belonged to the fragile type. But unexpectedly, this person turned out to be brash.
"Miss Hoffman, if there's nothing else, then I'll be going?" Having said this, Jaylene set down the cup of orange juice she had drunk two-thirds of, stood up, grabbed her bag, and started to leave.
However, after only two steps, she felt as if the entire restaurant was spinning. She shook her head in an attempt to clear it and had no choice but to retreat a couple of steps and sit back down.
"Jaylene, do you feel unwell anywhere?" Hazel Hoffman suddenly asked with concern, coming over to her side.
"What... do you want to do?" Jaylene eyed Hazel Hoffman nervously.
