Yolanda Taylor sat for a while after she got home before she went to cook a noodle for dinner, after eating the noodle she took her pills and then covered her head and went to bed.
But she couldn’t sleep, her mind was filled with the events of the day.
Nothing really happened, she just thought about that woman, about Gwen Fox.
She’d never met such a stubborn man, and no matter what she said, he still showed up.
But then he didn’t do anything, he just came to see her.
Those fine dreams made her afraid of reality, and she wanted to run away, but now, she suddenly wanted to know what really happened in those three years.
Why she was burned in a fire, what exactly was the relationship between Gwen Fox and her, and what had happened between them.
Thinking about all this, Yolanda Taylor couldn’t help but reach up and touch her back.
The burn scars on there were sinuous and hideous, and despite having had several surgeries, there were still several that hadn’t managed to be completely covered.
Those wounds didn’t hurt anymore, it was just that she couldn’t wear garments with suspenders or backless dresses in the summer, and occasionally when she took a shower, she’d feel devastated when she saw her backside inside that mirror.
What had really happened once, she was both afraid and desperate to know.
The sleeping ingredients in the cold medicine gradually took effect, and Yolanda Taylor caught at the covers and eventually drifted off to sleep.
Only this sleep was not a good one for her, she had started dreaming again, dreaming that she was stabbing herself like a madman with a broken high heeled cup straight at Gwen Fox.
She jolted awake to find the cell phone she held in her hand ringing.
Yolanda Taylor glanced at it and couldn’t help but frown, “Hello?”
“You didn’t go inside the store today?”
“Uh, a little feverish.”
“What’s with the fever all of a sudden?”
“I fell asleep in the shower last night.”
Dika Rothstein on the other end of the line was silent for a moment, “Did you go to the hospital?”
“Uh, went to the hospital this morning.”
Yolanda Taylor was just about to change hands when she heard Dika Rothstein on the phone ask her, “Someone’s looking at your condo over there, but they want you to go fifty thousand dollars lower.”
She didn’t respond for a moment, “Huh?”
“The apartment is 50, 000 dollars lower, do you want to make an offer.”
This time, she finally reacted and pursed her lips, “It was six hundred thousand when I got into it, and now it’s listed for six hundred and fifty thousand, and she still wants me to go fifty thousand lower, so what’s the point of me selling it?”
Dika Rothstein on the other end of the phone laughed a little, “Forget it if you don’t want to, if you’re really short of money, I can lend it to you.”
“No, I’m not short, I’ve picked up several gold masters this month.”
“Alright, since you don’t want to pay out, I’ll return for you, I’ll be back tomorrow, if you still have a fever, I’ll take you to the hospital again.”
Yolanda Taylor was a little helpless, “Okay.”
Hanging up the phone, she looked down at the time on her phone and realized that it was already past six in the evening, no wonder the room was dark.
Yolanda Taylor turned on the lights and sat there for a while before remembering that she wanted to eat dinner.
But she didn’t want to cook dinner, so she ordered a takeout.
After taking her pills, she fell back asleep.
After a day’s rest, Yolanda Taylor woke up the next day with her fever down, and she didn’t feel as bad as she did yesterday.
She ate breakfast and then went over to the studio, feeling as if someone was following her along the way, but she stopped several times without noticing anyone suspicious.
It was just after eight in the morning, during rush hour, and there were people all around.
She thought it was Gwen Fox, but after looking back several times, she couldn’t see Gwen Fox’s figure.
Yolanda Taylor simply accelerated her pace towards the studio, and just as she entered the studio, Taryn came out with hot water, “Sister Yolanda, has your fever gone down?”
Yolanda Taylor took the hot water and couldn’t help but laugh a little, “It’s gone, I’m not a child.”
But Taryn was not assured and had to reach out and touch her forehead, she was relieved to find that it was really normal.
Yolanda Taylor took a sip of water, “Did you get any new orders yesterday?”
The local ones were the ones they picked up, only the out of town ones they consulted Yolanda Taylor for advice.
Taryn took out the information on the two guests she received yesterday and handed it to her, “These were taken yesterday, one for a wedding on March 17th and one on March 23rd.”
Yolanda Taylor raised an eyebrow, “Let’s see.”
She said, flipping through the information the guests had left behind, “That’s still a bit far then, this is all over the eastern suburbs.”
Taryn nodded, “Well, Sister Yolanda, don’t you want to take this?”
Yolanda Taylor looked up at her and shook her head, “No, it’s only about an hour drive over there anyway.”
After she finished speaking, she flipped over another piece of information and couldn’t help but be stunned for a moment when she saw the guest’s name, “Huh, this Wieland, is that the Wieland I know?”
This Wieland person is still quite famous in Oman City, he started off with an e-commerce business, but he’s also famous not just because he’s rich, but also because of the fact that he cheated on his wife last year and divorced her in a messy divorce.
Taryn nodded, “I didn’t want to take it, but yeah, the price they offered was too tempting.”
“How much?”
Yolanda Taylor raised an eyebrow and couldn’t help but be a little curious.
Taryn compared two fingers and Yolanda Taylor laughed a little, “Two hundred thousand dollars to buy you guys out?”
Taryn shook her head, “No, it’s two million dollars, Sister Yolanda.”
“Ahem~-”
Yolanda Taylor was caught off guard and directly choked.
At this time, Dika Rothstein walked in, “What are you guys talking about, how can you choke on water?”
He said, raising his hand to help Yolanda Taylor smooth her back.
Taryn sighted back and forth between the two, then smiled mischievously at Yolanda Taylor and bumbled out on her own.
Yolanda Taylor swiveled her chair a bit, avoiding Dika Rothstein’s hand without a trace, “Nothing much, it’s just Wieland’s second wedding, and the budget for the setup of the wedding venue is two million dollars.”
Dika Rothstein raised an eyebrow, “That’s pretty generous of him.”
“Not really.”
“Still got the fever?”
He changed the subject so quickly that Yolanda Taylor froze for a moment and somewhat helplessly allowed him to probe the temperature on her forehead, “No fever.”
“Uh-huh.”
Dika Rothstein answered, glancing down at her, “Have you met Gwen Fox?”
Yolanda Taylor froze and looked at him, hesitating for a moment, “I saw him yesterday.”
Dika Rothstein’s face suddenly grimaced, he wasn’t sure what he was thinking, the look on his face changing and changing.