Quinn then said, "Go to the shop across the factory and buy me a bottle of orange soda.”
Compared to previous difficulties, running an errand like this was nothing.
Sasha had just exited the factory gates when she heard someone calling Quinn's name. Without turning around, she crossed the street, but to her surprise, the man grabbed her.
"Quinn, why didn’t you respond when I called you?"
Sasha turned her head, her eyes wide with surprise.
It was the man who had intentionally spilled wine on her chest that day.
The man simply murmured, "Oh, I called the wrong person.” And then he walked away.
A sense of unease crept over Sasha and her instincts told her something was off. She immediately turned around, intending to return to the factory.
But suddenly, someone covered her mouth from behind and shoved her into a sack.
"I've been waiting for days. This woman has been with that factory director all this time. Today, I finally found the chance to make a move!"
"How did she end up alone and why is she wearing worker's clothes?"
"Who cares? Maybe she wants to slip under the radar, but someone called her name. It can’t be wrong!"