"You really can't get in touch with him?"
"Nope, I really can't," Delilah said anxiously.
"You're in Country Y now? I hadn't heard anything about Everett coming here, and I haven't heard any bad rumors either. Could he have been… kidnapped?"
Delilah's genuine worry made Aurora secretly relieved.
Thank goodness she was a simple, straightforward girl—not the scheming type like Gianna. Otherwise, she wouldn't have spoken so honestly.
"No… I really hope that's not the case," Aurora murmured, feeling her anxiety deepen.
Just as she ended the call, an unwelcome figure appeared—making her already bad mood even worse.
Of course, it was none other than Gianna.
Gianna was dressed in a loose blue dress with a black leather jacket thrown over it and thick tights clinging to her legs. Her face glowed a little too brightly, flushed from the cold.
"Well, if it isn't Miss Wilson," Gianna drawled, flashing a mocking smile.
