At the moment she fainted, she mumbled something in her heart.
——What a jerk.
Then she completely lost consciousness.
...
On the fourth day, when Maeve Lane saw Sarah Sutton, she almost felt like crying tears of joy.
Sarah Sutton almost cried too, "Maeve, why did you come back only now? You look like a monk who's had all his energy drained."
Maeve's face darkened slightly. She nonchalantly pulled up her turtleneck sweater higher. Thankfully, with the cold weather, wearing such a high neckline wouldn't seem strange.
"Something came up."
Sarah nodded. She explained what happened that night, "A few days ago, Fairchild's assistant suddenly came, saying Fairchild was in Corvallo and moved your stuff to the presidential suite upstairs, so I let him do it.
Did you see the text message I sent you?"
Maeve seemed a bit dazed, pulling her phone from her pocket, "No."
She opened her phone to see that Sarah had sent her several WeChat messages.
