"Is she mentally ill?" Sunny exclaimed, her mouth agape, finally squeezing out a sentence.
She shook her head, unable to find a more fitting word than 'ill' to describe Renee Anderson.
Her elegant and capable face showed a knowing look as she furrowed her brows and said with determination, "Don't worry, I'll get someone to investigate her immediately. You head back and rest first. I'll let you know once I have news."
"Okay." Though still worried, Olivia Lewis trusted Sunny's capability at work and opened the car door, "I'll head back first."
"Alright."
But just as she extended one foot out, a flashbulb suddenly went off in her face.
"Olivia Lewis—"
"It's Olivia Lewis! This is really where Olivia Lewis lives!"
"Damn!" The usually elegant Sunny couldn't help but swear, immediately twisting her head from the front seat to shout loudly, "Olivia, there are reporters, close the door quickly!"
