“Eveline, it’s me.”

Shirley lifted her hand to pat Madeline’s arm softly.

Madeline turned her head to look, and surprise flashed in her eyes. “Shirley?”

“It’s me.” Shirley nodded. “Madeline, this is St. Piaf,” Shirley then said.

“St. Piaf?” Madeline frowned, gradually recalling all that had happened before falling unconscious.

It was clear to her now. She had been Carter’s initial main target in his revenge plan.

As Madeline collected her thoughts, she heard Shirley’s kind reminder drifted into her ear.

“Eveline, it’s hard for you to leave this place now, but I believe that Jeremy has ways to find you. Though I want to remind you that this is St. Piaf. Carter’s status isn’t ordinary here. In the past, Jeremy could sneak in with a crowd, but he might not be able to this time.”

After hearing what Shirley said, Madeline started to feel worried.

She was worried not for herself but for Jeremy.

“Shirley, do you have a phone? I want to call Jeremy.”

Shirley shook her head softly. “