Shea Thorne first went back to the room where she stayed last night and took the flowers Milo Sinclair worked on for her. She went through the floor-to-ceiling window and headed towards Milo Sinclair's office through the garden.
As she passed by the garden, Shea glanced at the snowman she built yesterday. The grotesquely ugly snowman was missing one hand, and there was an oil paper umbrella stuck in it, which was exactly the oil paper umbrella Shea bought yesterday.
Shea was angry. How could this person be so petty?
Just because she used some of his paper and pens, he deliberately used her umbrella in this way. Luckily, it wasn't snowing today, or how was she supposed to get back?!
When she reached the window of the lounge, the curtain was drawn inside. Shea tentatively pulled at the window, and the sliding path was smooth, so the window directly opened.
