The woman, dressed in a red coat, draped her voluminous wavy hair on her shoulders. A pair of sunglasses perched on her meticulouesly made-up face. Sporting eight centimeters long boots, the woman sauntered into the villa with grace.
The assistant was nervously observing the surroundings. After the woman took a couple of steps, she told her assistant, "Wait here at the door."
Frightened, the assistant reluctantly nodded, "Please come out soon, Miss Han."
The woman hummed in affirmation, and walked in with a good mood. Listening carefully, she seemed to be humming a tune from Olivia Wales.
As she pushed open the heavy door of the villa, the woman immediately noticed Alexander White sitting on the sofa. Her gaze scanned the room, her brows reflexively knitting: "Where is she?"
"What's the rush, Ms. Hayes, what exactly did you drug her with?"
The man raised his head, allowing Vivian Hayes to take notice of the bruise on his face.