In an upscale residential mansion, a girl paced anxiously back and forth in her room, biting her lip. Since yesterday, Gladys had been consumed by unease. The chilling memory of James' menacing expression and piercing gaze haunted her relentlessly, leaving her sleepless.
The toll was evident—her once radiant appearance had faded, her skin dull, and dark circles etched beneath her eyes. She was a shadow of her usual dazzling self. To those who knew her, it would be unthinkable for Gladys to disregard her appearance. If she stepped outside now, she'd be unrecognizable.
Meanwhile, a graceful woman sat at the edge of Gladys' bed with her legs crossed. Who else could it be but Mia Parks? Her arms were folded across her chest as her eyes followed Gladys' restless pacing. Her brow was furrowed with visible anger.
She let out a sharp huff. Her tone was far from kind; if anything, it was dripping with sarcasm.
