She threw the interview script she had in hand in Simms ‘ face.

With in her she snatched her card anger burning eyes, press from around her neck and roared, “What kind of person are you? How dare you send a five-year-old to get you a coffee?”

Without waiting for Simms to say anything else, she rushed downstairs to the coffee shop.

However, Melon wasn’t there either.

Ariana questioned the staff.

“There was indeed a little child, but he left a while ago,” a waiter replied with a slight frown, seemingly puzzled by her anxious demeanor.

Ariana felt her

front desk and

the building’s property management staff to gain access. The application process may take up to tomorrow. Or you can get the

couldn’t afford to

pace back and forth between the building and the coffee

for half an hour

was on the verge of a nervous

unsettling thoughts

concern these days, and her son

he have

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