Despite her verbal reluctance, Charlotte Shaw took Felix Preston to find Renee Sinclair right away.
She even bought her a big, fragrant baked sweet potato on the way.
She had called the community's security guard in advance, so the moment Felix Preston's car appeared, the guard proactively lifted the boom gate for him. He just had to give his name for registration and drove in smoothly.
"Looks like Renee Sinclair's head isn't completely scrambled. She still had the sense to call security ahead of time," Charlotte Shaw said, her face sour as she offered Renee the backhanded compliment.
Felix Preston parked the car and patted Charlotte Shaw's hand, signaling for her to get out.
"She's just in a bad mood, not brain-dead. She can still handle a small task like this."
"Hmph," Charlotte Shaw scoffed, getting out of the car with Renee Sinclair's baked sweet potato in hand.
