At his words, Sierra Sullivan let out another soft laugh.
Though she said nothing, that single laugh was more devastating than any words could be.
The man's face instantly flushed crimson; he felt utterly humiliated.
He was furious, but he didn't dare say another word.
As for the others who witnessed it, some paid him no mind, while others took pleasure in his misfortune.
Hector Grant had seen the entire exchange, but he paid it no mind. He couldn't even be bothered to say a word.
'There will always be people who can't grasp reality or get their priorities straight.'
'Just looking at them is annoying.'
Hector Grant peered outside for a look.
Outside, all was quiet.
The hazy gray sky cast a dull light on the yellow sand.
Nothing about the scene suggested any danger.
Hector Grant sighed in resignation and looked away.
'There's nothing to be done. For now, all we can do is wait and see.'
...
A few hundred meters east of the warehouse, two figures stood together.
