"Why are you here?" Seeing the middle-aged woman at the door, Leslie Howard asked coldly.
She didn't expect Sheila Fletcher to show up here.
This is the movie studio in A City, at least a few hours drive from downtown.
Sheila Fletcher suddenly appearing here... along with those dozens of missed calls Leslie saw just after showering.
Leslie could easily imagine how furious Sheila Fletcher was when she rushed over.
"You still have the nerve to ask..." Sheila Fletcher impatiently furrowed her brow, "You've caused such a big mess, do you even know..."
Before she could finish her words, the sound of a door opening suddenly came from the next room down the hallway.
Seemingly afraid of causing unnecessary trouble, Sheila Fletcher abruptly stopped mid-sentence.
She hastily grabbed Leslie's sleeve, pushed her into the room, and quickly closed the door.
In that moment, Leslie's first reaction was to look at the bathroom door.
