Upon hearing Yancy Hastings' question, Fiona Sutton was taken aback. She didn't expect him to ask such a question. After all, he was a man, and such matters weren't to his disadvantage.
Recalling last night, Fiona's thoughts couldn't help drifting.
「Last night.」
After parting with Charles Northwood, Fiona still couldn't accept that Nia Mitchell was already married. Whenever she felt confused, she would want a drink. But unexpectedly, even drinking couldn't alleviate her frustration this time. She spent less than twenty minutes in the bar before she came out again.
Outside, it was raining cats and dogs. Fiona, realizing she had no umbrella, ran out to hail a taxi. But— "Damn it!" she cursed aloud. Just my luck, she fumed internally. It's always impossible to get a taxi in this weather! I finally spot one, and of course, it's already taken. Unbelievable!
"I hailed this taxi first!"
She finally managed to flag down a taxi, only to be intercepted by Cecilia Johnson!
