Thinking of this, Rebecca Quentin took out her phone and dialed Mrs. Geoffrey's number.
Unexpectedly, before Rebecca Quentin could make the call, her phone rang first.
Seeing the number on her screen, anger surged in Rebecca Quentin's chest, and she directly chose to hang up.
Perhaps anticipating her reaction, a message followed: "Come to the window, don't make me come up to fetch you."
Rebecca Quentin glanced at the French window covered by the curtains, then got out of bed and walked towards it.
Pulling open the curtain, Rebecca Quentin stared blankly at the tranquil night scene of the town.
Suddenly, a cluster of fireworks appeared in her line of sight.
Fireworks!
More and more fireworks lit up the sky, casting brilliant colors on her face.
She looked up at the beautiful fireworks blooming in the sky, holding her breath.
