The faint sound of footsteps was still very clear in the silent apartment, finally attracting the attention of the two people downstairs.
Lorraine Hanson turned around and saw Tracy standing at the staircase, she was walking upstairs.
The woman was wearing a simple white house dress, without makeup, her long hair braided and hanging down her chest.
She walked slowly upstairs without looking around, as if she hadn't seen them, expressionless.
Grace Parker also saw her, her body stiffened, her face turned pale, this was their second meeting, last time in the morning when she rushed into the elevator, she only caught a glimpse and didn't see clearly. Now, she finally saw clearly.
Not breathtakingly beautiful, although fresh and lovely, she couldn't compare to the women around Lorraine Hanson, this point reassured Grace Parker.
