"M... Miss?"
Amy's voice sounded like a screeching chicken being choked tightly, her tone entirely distorted from extreme shock.
Jack, who had been bossy and arrogant just a second ago, also froze in place. He looked at the dozens of security guards bowing ninety degrees to me, his face turning pale and green.
After a brief dead silence.
"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"
Amy shook her head violently. Her walnut-sized brain quickly completed a self-brainwashing process. As if grabbing onto a lifeline, she pointed at me and screamed.
"Jack! I know! She definitely crawled into some old man's bed in this estate!"
The more she thought about it, the more it made sense to her. That extremely filthy sense of superiority reappeared on her face, and her voice rose another octave.
