Kimberly blushed and asked shyly, "That's me. Did Mr. Hooper send you to pick me up?"
"Yes, the car is ready. Please, step inside."
Feeling like she was walking on air, Kimberly swayed her hips confidently as she followed the man toward the car.
But then, someone noticed what was behind the car—a coffin. Kimberly saw it too.
The smugness drained from her face in an instant. She couldn't even maintain her composure and quickly turned to Yolanda, panicked.
"My brother's message," Yolanda said with a smirk, "is that your love for him is like a moth to a flame—doomed to burn up and turn to ashes."
In other words, he was telling her to drop dead.
Kimberly's eyes widened in shock, her face draining of color.
Yolanda then called out to the drivers, "What are you standing around for? Ms. L
