“Mrs. Whitman, help me! “

The person asked Madeline for help. She looked terrified and panicked, and she also looked battered and exhausted.

“What happened? I thought you had returned to St. Piaf. Why are you still in Glendale?“ Madeline asked patiently.

When Hannah was about to answer, there was a sound of overlapping footsteps outside the parking lot, accompanied by the voices of several women talking.

“I saw her running in here just now.“ “Let’s go in and take a look! “

“I’ll teach her a painful lesson later! “

“Mrs. Whitman, help me! “ Hannah quickly asked for help again.

Madeline glanced at the source of the sound and then unlocked the car.

in the car

Hannah thanked and hurriedly got into the

the car and stepped on

a glimpse of a few young and fashionable girls

the parking

in the passenger seat, shrank her neck subconsciously as if she was afraid

were those people? Why did

that, Hannah

after seeing my apology

seemed to gradually understand what

head and she was playing

this matter brewed on the Internet, many people scolded me on the Internet. I know I deserve this, but I really didn’t expect

she said that, Hannah’s

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