Once she finished speaking, Lynn Fletcher looked at Gina Gable, her face a mask of sincerity.
Gina Gable eyed her uncertainly, lips pressed into a thin line. She left her with only a single sentence, "That's her business. If you want to know, go ask her. Don't just make your own wild guesses."
"I have other things to attend to." Gina Gable headed for the dorms without a backward glance.
Lynn Fletcher watched her tall, retreating figure. The soft, innocent expression on her face gradually faded, replaced by a sinister look.
'If I could get it out of Holly Wyatt, would I have even needed to bother with Gina Gable?'
Ever since she first saw Holly Wyatt get into that man's car, she'd had him investigated. The result was... nothing.
They couldn't find a single thing!
The man's background was locked down tight. They couldn't find anything—not even a clear photo of his face.
It was as if all information about him had been deliberately erased.
