Hearing Jessica's words, Summer Shawcross suddenly remembered, a few days ago, Jessica indeed mentioned on the phone about helping her customize clothing, taking her measurements.
"I'll head over now." She glanced in the direction of the door, then remarked with a slight curl of her lips.
After all, Noah Drexler was about to leave on a business trip, so staying home alone wouldn't be much of an issue.
"Alright, I'll send you the address, see you in half an hour." Jessica continued.
Summer responded with a word, then hung up the phone.
...
More than half an hour later.
On the bustling street of Downtown Narsus, a black sedan slowly came to a stop at the entrance of a branded women's wear store.
Summer Shawcross pushed the car door open and got out, two bodyguards closely following her as she entered the store.
The store was very quiet, aside from the agent and staff, there weren't any other people around.
