She reached out to support herself against the tree beside her, the evening breeze blowing, and the hairs on her back stood up one by one as the sweat evaporated.
Leaning against the tree, she took a deep breath, stretching open her sweaty palms.
Shivering, she pulled a cigarette from her handbag, and after taking a drag, felt the anxiety that had been suspended in her heart start to settle.
She looked at Joe standing beside her and after exhaling a ring of smoke, she said to him in a stern voice, "You didn't tell me that we were going to meet Zhuo Xiangnan today!"
"Your performance was quite good," Joe said indifferently before heading outside.
Mary watched Joe walk away, a flash of anger swiftly crossing her eyes, but as soon as she saw Frank approaching from behind, her expression immediately became sheepish.
This man was not as gentle as he appeared; such a person could kill without even blinking.
