"Are they…doing well?" The woman was very pretty but her voice was a little dry and hoarse.

When Eevonne took a closer look at the woman, she felt that the woman's beauty was a little overly exquisite as if her entire face had gone through plastic surgery. However, that woman was very gentle and very polite. Eevonne's intuition told her this woman has no ill intentions.

"Who are…they?" she asked that woman with confusion.

The woman smiled and shook her head. "It's nothing."

There was a pause