After dinner, Nora Scott went back to her room alone.
She ran into Luna Durant when she got out of the elevator.
"Nora."
Luna Durant called out to Nora with a straight face.
Nora turned her head to look at her.
"Do you think with Biel Hall backing you up, you can act recklessly in the northwest?" Luna threatened coldly.
Nora raised an eyebrow.
"It's best to be cautious in other territories," Luna warned, "or you might not even know how you died."
With a slight curve of her lips, Nora's eyes filled with laughter, "Thanks for the advice."
Luna Durant: "..." She bit her silver tooth in anger.
An ignorant woman.
*
By the end of March, the nighttime temperature in the Sand Delta was very low, and the hotel had the air conditioning on.
Nora put on a coat and opened a window, seeing this not-so-bustling city adorned with scattered lights. A breeze hit her face, carrying a slight chill, and she frowned slightly.
The phone rang; it was a call from Rosie.
