"Is she the reason you said you broke up with me?"
The two looked up.
In their sight was a woman exuding confidence, tall and slender, wearing a long trench coat, with short hair fluttering. Her face was pretty and delicate, her almond-shaped eyes sharp, but her slightly curled lips hinted at a playful meaning.
Nora Scott looked at her and felt a bit amused.
"Yes."
Before Michael Quinn could respond, Nora Scott nodded with a smile.
"Ha."
The woman pulled out a chair opposite, sat down, crossed her legs, and didn't look at Michael but directly asked Nora Scott, "How long?"
"Just these past couple of days."
"What do you see in him?"
"Not too bright."
"Oh, that's a bit true."
"Break up with him, he's not worth it."
"Mm."
The two of them, back and forth, were very in sync.
Having prepared his argument, Michael Quinn witnessed this scene, felt the undercurrents in the air, and even though he couldn't fully grasp it, he still felt a chill down his spine.
What's going on?
