"We—"
Nora Scott casually tried to come up with an excuse.
However, just as she was about to start speaking, she saw the person who had called for security bend down respectfully and say, "Hall Master."
Nora Scott: "..."
Marcus Shaw: "..."
Pedro Langley: "..."
This world always seems to have unexpected shortcuts, with no chance to take a roundabout way.
Two minutes later.
Pedro Langley drove through the community gate smoothly, under the admiring gaze of the security guard.
Marcus Shaw silently closed his notebook.
Nora Scott rested her fingers on her chin, deep in thought.
—Although Biel Hall's members are numerous nationwide, the chance of encountering one is quite small. Yet recently, for some reason, they seemed to be everywhere, like running into ghosts.
Before she could think for long, Pedro Langley arrived at the bottom of a unit building following the address she had provided.
