“Mrs. Whitman, help me!”

The person asked Madeline for help. She looked terrified and panicked, and she also looked battered and exhausted.

“What happened? I thought you had returned to St. Piaf. Why are you still in Glendale?” Madeline asked patiently.

When Hannah was about to answer, there was a sound of overlapping footsteps outside the parking lot, accompanied by the voices of several women talking.

“I saw her running in here just now.”

“Let's go in and take a look!”

“I’ll teach her a