Margeret had seen everything clearly just now.
Wendy's hands had been empty a moment ago, yet out of nowhere, a strange object had suddenly appeared.
Wendy really did have a spatial storage.
How else could what just happened be explained?
At Margaret's words, the others felt a jolt run through them.
A storage space.
It really was a storage space.
If they could get their hands on it… for a brief moment, each of them harbored their own thoughts, a quiet excitement stirring beneath the surface.
Inside the room, separated by a single door, Wendy broke out in a cold sweat.
Wait… how did they know about her storage? When had she exposed herself?
Her body trembled uncontrollably.
Why was everything spiraling into something so bizarre… This wasn't right. None of this was right.
She had been careful. She had always been careful.
So why… why did they not only know where she lived now, but also about her storage?
Wendy took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.
