The door was pushed open, and a woman strode in. Her slender high heels creaked as they hit the floor.
Chelsea turned her head and first saw the black silk stockings, then followed it up and landed on the woman's face with heavy makeup.
Her outfit was classy. She wore a small leather skirt and a short jacket. She wasn't short in height and had a curvy figure. And she did not look old, no more than 40. It was a pretty woman. Chelsea couldn't tell exactly, but she just found the woman familiar.
When Chelsea sized up the woman, the woman was also sizing them up. When the woman saw Chelsea was so young, her eyes showed disdain. However, when she turned to look at Russell, her footsteps paused again. She observed Russell before she came in.
Behind her was a lean, middle-aged man, wearing a
