"Idiot, ha!"
"You just need to follow my plans. If you use the people you find, James Thompson will soon figure it out. We just need to buy some time now."
The woman on the phone was filled with derision as she insulted Chloe Sullivan and then hung up.
Chloe Sullivan's hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and her face changed colors.
It was the first time someone had called her an idiot to her face, and it felt particularly humiliating.
She had just expressed doubts that Savannah Summers looked worse than the people she had initially arranged.
What shocked and unsettled Chloe Sullivan the most, a highly sensitive person, was that the lady knew about her arranging plastic surgery for a woman—it was utterly chilling.
"Damn it," Chloe Sullivan murmured under her breath, grinding her teeth.
She knew there was no turning back now, only to continue following the lady's instructions.
She had to meet with Madame Bell next.