North Star.
Quiana Sutton drank recklessly, yet she couldn't extinguish the surge in her chest.
She pulled out her phone from her pocket and called Clara Hale:
"How is the investigation going that I asked you to help with? What exactly is the grudge between Nathan Firth and Durrell Landon?"
Clara Hale responded with her usual flirty, languid tone: "Boss, these two are not ordinary people. Their information is heavily encrypted, it's not so easy to find out."
She paused and continued speaking: "Boss, you shouldn't waste your stunning beauty. Try enticing Master Landon, maybe you'll discover the truth."
Before Clara Hale finished, Quiana Sutton hung up the phone.
She collapsed a bit powerless onto the couch in the private room, she despised using charms, hadn't she herself been lured in by Durrell Landon's face in the first place?
So much so that she was falling deeper and deeper now...
She really didn't know who seduced who.
...
"You're drunk."
