A few days ago, I heard Mark Reed mention that he had already dismissed Wendy Willy. I wonder if she has found a new job.
Mark Reed smiled and casually replied, "She's selling beer at a restaurant. Do you want to see her?"
"Selling beer?"
"Yes!" Mark raised his eyebrows, smiling innocently, as if everything had nothing to do with him, and he was just watching from the side.
"Oh! I don't want to see her."
Valentine Teller didn't feel happy; there was some heaviness in her heart.
She held Mark Reed's hand tightly. Without him, she didn't know if she would have ended up on a path of no return like Wendy Willy.
After watching the movie, Mark Reed drove and deliberately took a long way, stopping outside a food stall.
Through the car window, Valentine Teller saw Wendy Willy bustling among the tables from afar. In the cold weather, she was still wearing a short skirt, enthusiastically greeting those drunken men, surrounded by their unabashed laughter and yelling from dice games.
