"I'm handling a family matter"

Emily's eyelid twitched; today seemed bizarre as if everyone was targeting her.

Lydia Sander was the alias she used for her card registration here. It couldn't be such a coincidence.

She cast a sidelong glance at Ronald Richardson, who showed no reaction.

"This is the place."

A young man with a face full of fleshy folds, his head tilted and eye askew, blocked the doorway like a small mountain, peering into the room.

Upon seeing Emily, he bellowed, "Sis, I've found that vixen!"

Ronald Richardson's words to tell someone off were on the tip of his tongue, but the scene suddenly piqued his interest.

Pointing at Emily, he asked the man, "Is she Lydia Sander? The vixen?"

Holding his phone, the man compared the image, his chubby finger tapping the screen, "Are you blind? Isn't t