Lawn coat, high-heeled boots, sunglasses... From head to toe, the epitome of luxury.
"Where is he?" Charlotte Green stopped a few steps away and asked coldly.
"Don't rush, my sister." Giselle took off her sunglasses with a sinister smile, "Do you want to see him? Come here, and I'll tell you where he is."
Charlotte's brows furrowed in suspicion as she surveyed the surroundings. The desolate rooftop seemed to have nowhere to hide someone, except...
Her gaze fell on the rope that Giselle was stepping on, and her pupils contracted.
Heaven! Please don't let it be what she was thinking!
"What's the matter? Don't you want to see him? Since you want to, why don't you come over? Or are you just talking big?" Giselle knew she had seen and deliberately loosened her foot before stomping down hard again.
Charlotte saw it, she saw that there was definitely something below the rope because just a slight loosening by Giselle caused the rope to slide down rapidly!
