Matilda Jenkins nodded: "Okay!"
Nathan Cole stretched with a yawn: "It's getting late. Go rest. I'm tired too. Good night."
"Good night."
Matilda Jenkins entered the guest room, pulled back the quilt, took off her shoes and socks, coat, lay down, and turned off the lamp.
After a while, Nathan Cole quietly came out to take a look. The light in the guest room was out, he let out a breath of relief, she must be asleep.
He sensed something was off; Matilda Jenkins nowadays really spoke too little.
He went online, searched for a nearby locksmith, and took note of the phone number.
...
At night, on the high roof of Morgan Glenn's building, the piercing cold wind rendered his face expressionless, his eyes were cold and dark.
He was holding a piece of white paper with Scarlett Glenn's signature on it.
People in the Entertainment Circle might not recognize their own signatures; after Sister Mei had someone design a signature for Scarlett Glenn, it took her several days to learn it.
