Too Much Nonsense

As smart as Cynthia was, how could she not hear the evasive tone in the man's words?

Clearly, he had no intention of revealing it willingly. This just made her feel a bit frustrated and displeased.

It seemed like everyone else around her knew something she didn't, and this feeling of being left in the dark didn't sit well with her.

After hanging up the phone, she lay back on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling above her.

At that moment, the door was pushed open. She sat up abruptly and saw Jacob Quinn entering. She couldn't help but ask, “Why are you here?”

“To take you out and have some fun?” Jacob casually pulled out a chair, spread his legs, and sat down directly.

Cynthia looked at him. Given her current mood, she indeed needed an outlet to vent. She hesitated for half a second before saying, “The usual routine?”

“Sure,” Jacob agreed.

The two walked out in tandem, just as Old Mr. Quinn emerged from his room.