"Does it really make a difference?" Felicia sighed, rolling her eyes at Maurice's irritating voice. Since he couldn't see her reaction, she resorted to mockery. "If you've got something to say, spit it out. If not, hang up."
On the other end, Maurice let out a faint sigh. He lowered his voice and spoke in a tone that was tinged with an uncharacteristic bitterness, "You really… do hate me, huh?"
Before Felicia could respond, he quickly shifted his tone, slipping back into his usual roguish persona. With a drawl, he added, "No big deal. I just wanted to hear your voice and have a little chat. You know, build some rapport."
Felicia couldn't help but chuckle dryly. "Rapport? Do we even have anything to build on? Mr. Glovers, if you're so free, maybe find something better to do."
With that, she hung up, unwilling to entertain his nonsense any longer.
Scarlet, who had been scanning the terrain, waited until Felicia was done with the call before speaking up, "Boss, I've got a bad feeling about this."
"What's wrong?" Felicia asked.
"I can't quite explain it, but my eye has been twitching non-stop. I've got this sense of dread," Scarlet said, her expression serious. "It's just… a really bad feeling."
Instinct was an unreliable thing, but sometimes, it was hard to ignore.
Scarlet stopped walking and turned to Felicia with a firm look. "Boss, I think you and Ms. Russell should stay in the car. Let me go ahead and check the situation. If it's safe, you can come up afterward."
Felicia patted Scarlet on the shoulder but didn't stop walking. "We've come this far. There's no turning back now. Besides, if you're worried about me, don't you think I'd be worried about you too?"
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