The crisp sound of high heels tapping on ceramic tiles grew closer, and an inexplicable sense of oppression surged into Daisy's heart.
Her slender legs, already fidgeting uncomfortably due to an urgent bodily need, tensed up.
I must be strong!
Dean is so fierce; he will definitely come to rescue me!
WHIMPER... I haven't finished the snacks in my drawer, and I had invited the beautiful new neighbor next door to visit. She keeps droning on about the rights of women in the new era—so naive, she must be easy to deceive...
All sorts of wild thoughts flooded Daisy's mind.
She violently shook her head, ashamed of herself for thinking about the new pretty neighbor at such a critical moment.
Daisy, oh Daisy, Dean and the others are under pressure to solve their case. You must be strong! You can't let these bastards affect their investigation!
Daisy kept reinforcing herself mentally.
