"Alright."
Orlando Evans's alluring face darkened. She had guessed correctly. Adele Horne indeed turned out to be a foolish woman who only knew how to eat, drink, and be merry, unable to even handle such a trivial matter. It was just a few dozen photo collections—casually leaving one here and one there would have gotten the job done. And yet, she failed! It made Orlando wonder if Adele's head was made of paper, since it seemed utterly useless.
Sometimes, she seriously doubted if Adele and Glades Horne were born of the same mother. How could one be so sharp, never content even after calculating against everyone, while the other was so stupid she could be sold off and would still help count the money on behalf of others?
But now that Adele Horne had asked her to meet at the Blue Moon Pub, she had to go. She was also curious how exactly Adele had failed.
So Orlando picked up her purse and car keys and slipped out the door without informing her parents.
