Vera Wave stood up and leaned in to whisper something into Wang Xiaoya's ear.
Wang Xiaoya nodded initially, then looked at Vera, stunned.
"Are... Are you sure?"
Vera leaned back on the table.
"Absolutely."
After hesitating for a moment, Wang Xiaoya softly nodded. "Okay, but I can only deliver the message. I... I can't guarantee if they will come or not."
Vera placed her hand on Wang Xiaoya's shoulder. "No matter what the outcome is, I'll treat you to grilled meat!"
"You better stand by your word."
"I certainly will."
"OK!" Wang Xiaoya straightened up. "I'm off now."
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「Jin City Apartment.」
Irene Spencer looked at the dress in her hand, raised it as if to throw it away, then picked up another from the rack. She held it up against the mirror, then tossed it aside too.
The floor next to her was piled high with discarded clothes, resembling a small mountain.
