Isabella sat in the corner of the cafeteria, watching people enjoy their relaxed lunches. One hand was stirring the vanilla latte on the table. It had been five minutes since Isabella sat with her coffee, made of espresso, milk, and vanilla syrup, while pondering Nina Carpenter’s words.
When Isabella thought about it, Irene and Nina were probably close because they worked on the same floor. However, ever since Isabella started posing as Irene, Nina had barely spoken to her.
"Did she talk to the Peter I know? The caretaker of the Rudolf apartment? Is he really connected to Irene’s disappearance?"
Amid her confusion, Nicholas had just entered the cafeteria and scanned the entire room. Young women immediately invited him to join them; everyone was attracted to him. He was the second most p
