"Are you out?"
The man leaning against the door with his arms crossed frowned upon seeing her and looked towards the changing room's entrance, "And her?"
"She's still changing clothes. I suggested she take a shower."
"What a bother," Samuel Johnson grumbled lowly, kicking the door.
The landlady walked up to him and asked, "What happened to Amanda? How did she end up like this?"
She actually had a vague premonition in her heart, but without confirmation, she couldn't be sure. She really couldn't believe that this man could do such a despicable thing to Amanda Smith! No matter how much you detest someone, you wouldn't do something that could destroy them...
Thank goodness it wasn't successful, or how could Amanda Smith continue to live?
This could lead to death!
A flash of light flickered in the depths of Samuel Johnson's eyes as he turned his head away, his voice laced with annoyance, "What's it to you?"