"Didn't you tell me to come?" Yolanda Bardot looked at her with a clueless expression.
"Yes, yes, yes, I did tell you to come, and now I'm telling you to get lost, got it?" Sophie Foster, in her temper, pushed her toward the door.
After all, she had practiced martial arts, her strength was greater than the average woman's. Yolanda was also thin, like a piece of paper, and was pushed to the door.
Then.
"Bang!"
A heavy door slam.
Inside, Sophie Foster's sharp voice rang out, "Remember! Contact by phone at the usual time!"
Kicked out of the house, Yolanda Bardot did not get angry; she went downstairs and stupidly returned home...
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The Lindsey's luxurious mansion.
Due to Abigail Lindsey's return to the country, the house was lively.
Everyone surrounded her and Laura Waltson, with somewhat the flavor of hosting a guest.
In the spacious and luxurious living room, a soft Persian polka dot sky-blue carpet was laid out.
