Downstairs.
Mia Grant walked out of the lobby, paused, and glanced to the side.
He was looking at her, too.
Simon Adler could practically read the profanity in her eyes.
He remained relatively calm, probably because he was used to it by now.
After a long moment, Mia Grant finally seemed to recover from her shock. She sighed and asked, "Is she really... always this baffling?"
"Pretty much." Simon Adler could tell that in just half an hour, she had been through a great deal of mental anguish.
"You've had it tough."
He felt she was in need of a spiritual cleansing.
Mia Grant took a deep breath. "This is basically psychological bullying."
For once, Simon Adler was on the same page, agreeing with her.
"When you first picked her, what on earth did you see in her? The fact that she looks a little like you?"
