"Alright then, you can arrange something for the fortune-telling company. Just think about it, it sounds pretty good."
"Okay!"
At this moment, there was a knock on the door from outside.
Tiana Thorne licked her lips, revealing two small tiger teeth, a lazy allure seeming to seep from her bones, seductive and dangerous: "Be good, I'll hang up now, let's stay in touch."
"Okay~"
After hanging up the phone, she sat upright on the sofa, her voice carrying a hint of detachment: "The door's unlocked, come in."
With that said, the door opened.
Tiana Thorne lifted her gaze nonchalantly.
Seeing it was Rosie Rowan, she wasn't surprised at all.
Earlier she was called by Heath Hawthorne, probably got scolded too, and now her eyes were red, mixed with shimmering tears, looking somewhat pitiful.
"Ah, it's Miss Rosie."
Rosie bit her lip, her face growing paler bit by bit. She really hated Tiana Thorne's indifferent, playful attitude, as if she treated her as nothing.
