Chapter 87: Chapter Eighty-Seven: Treating a Dead Horse as if It Were Alive!
Her tone was filled with mockery.
Lambert Hobson being associated with the word "kind" would be a colossal joke!
Even Linda felt somewhat uncomfortable hearing it.
Quintina Foster glanced over and sneered inwardly.
It seemed she knew what kind of person Lambert Hobson was, at least she wasn't stupid.
Then again, if she weren't smart, she wouldn't have been assigned to watch over her.
Sighing, she said, "Alright, we've walked enough. Let's head back."
Linda was a bit surprised, "So soon? Are you bored? Why don't we gather more people to play some games? Like Werewolf, for example."
Werewolf?
Quintina Foster had no mind for such games now, but...
Thinking of the man from earlier, an idea struck her.
She
