The smile on Nina Sinclair's face instantly froze. She shot a sideways glance, her eyes filled with rage, at the staff members talking nearby.
'What do these people know?'
'Can they really tell everything just from a person's face?'
Before Nina Sinclair could say anything, one of the staff members whispered to her colleague, "That girl in the mask looks so pretty. Her eyes are so big, and her eyelashes are so long."
Chloe Sinclair's hearing was sharp, and she looked over toward the sound.
The staff members, caught whispering by the person they were talking about, were more than a little embarrassed.
They were about to apologize when, to their surprise, Chloe Sinclair slowly walked over. Her voice was crisp and pleasant, almost making their ears tingle. "Hello."
"H-hello."
The staff member was a bit overwhelmed by the kind reception. "You're not angry?"
They had clearly been whispering just now.
