The car arrived at the apartment complex a little past eleven o'clock.
She had just gotten out of the car when the headlights of another vehicle across the way shone on her fiercely.
She raised her hand to block the blinding light.
Suddenly, the dazzling brightness vanished, and Oliver Turner got out of the car.
Faye Townsend exhaled, her day had truly been busier than a president's.
Right now, all she really wanted was to throw herself onto her bed, but why on earth had he come?
Oliver Turner walked up to her: "You really are busy, I've been waiting for you for two hours and fifteen minutes."
"I didn't know that."
"Of course you didn't, you didn't even answer your phone when I called."
Only then did Faye Townsend remember that she had set her phone to airplane mode after going to the beach earlier.
She shrugged: "How did you find this place?"
"Didn't I tell you before?
In Anchester, if I want to know someone's exact location, half an hour is more than enough."
