"Aurelia?" A familiar soft female voice sounded on the phone, "It's Vianne Collins."
Vianne Collins? How did she know my phone number?
Aurelia Shaw furrowed her brow, and Amanda Fuller asked with concern, "Did something happen?"
She shook her head, "I'm a little thirsty. Can you go get me a lemon-flavored milk tea?"
"Alright." Although Amanda was suspicious, seeing that she was fine, she didn't ask further.
After she left, Aurelia slowly leaned back on the sofa, crossed her long legs, a charming smile on her crimson lips, her eyes glistening with a playful glint, and asked softly, "What made you call me all of a sudden?"
"We're all classmates, in regular contact, what could be the matter? But you're a big star now. It was quite the task just to find your number."
Aurelia ignored the bitterness in her words, remained silent, and continued listening to her talk.
