"What are you looking at?"
"Do you know Nora Hart?"
Clara Shaw came up wanting to talk to him about something. When no one answered her knock at the door, she pushed it open and saw a shadow moving in the bathroom. She walked in for a closer look.
She noticed his fingertip lingering on the name on the phone screen.
He seemed thoughtful, as if considering how to get the person back home.
"I've met her once."
Clara Shaw thought for a moment: "Nora, her reputation in Capital Port isn't very good, but she's smart. Her actions and methods are not something an ordinary lady from a wealthy family can compare with. If you ask me what's special about her, honestly, I can't quite put my finger on it. But judging by her appearance, she's different from those spoiled brats who only know about indulging in pleasure."
"Having strategies in mind..."