"Was it Wyatt Lewis who brought you in?"
Hope Williams bit down on her back teeth, her eyes distinctly unfriendly as if she were looking at an enemy. She tightly pursed her lips, said nothing, and had a defiant look that for some reason made Waylon Lewis chuckle.
"Speak, hm?"
Hope Williams, "Do as you will, whether to kill or to mutilate."
Maintaining high concentration for a long time is an extremely exhausting affair, and right now, Hope Williams was so tired she had no energy left to engage in a battle of wits with him.
"Heh," Waylon Lewis scoffed.
Just then, the sound of a ringing phone cut through the tense standoff between them.
Hope Williams's heart skipped a beat—bad news, it was her cell phone. It must be Aria Richardson and the kids outside, getting worried because she hadn't gone out for so long, so they called.
Hope Williams was about to take her phone out of her pocket to turn it off when the man beat her to it in almost the next second.