However, none of this had anything to do with Stella Sterling.
When it was time, she went to bed as usual.
But when she dreamed that night, it was of what had happened in the office building.
After waking up, she sat on her bed and muttered with a hint of regret, "What a shame that ugly bastard got away. The look in his eyes disgusted me. It really pisses me off that I didn't get to dig them out!"
If she ever had the chance to meet him again, she would definitely resolve this regret.
She scratched her head. After breakfast, she sat in front of the mirror and stared at her long hair. After a moment's thought, she took out a pair of scissors and chopped it all off.
Staring at her reflection with its neat, short hair, she was very pleased. "Not bad. That's more like me."
Today, she wasn't in a hurry to go downstairs and dig the ice tunnel. She took her time finishing breakfast.
Surprisingly, there was a knock at her door.
