Sure enough, Luna Miller on the upper floor was wearing a fiery red long dress, with a black long fur coat over it, and descended the stairs with wafts of fragrance.
"Luna, are you going out?" Seeing Luna's eyes blazing with fiery emotions, Freya Morgon called out to her eldest daughter, worrying that stepping out in such a state wasn't a good idea.
"Yes, I'm going out to find Jack Smith." She had a knife in her small bag. If Jack Smith insisted on breaking up, she'd show him by taking her own life.
Being a star's wife isn't bad, at least better than the many young heirs in this city.
Unable to stop her, her exquisite red sports car shot out like a bolt of red lightning and quickly vanished...
