"I think it's time we got to know each other."
Rebecca Quentin said nothing, merely gripping the suitcase in her hand tightly.
The next second, Christine Quinn reached out her hand. "Christine Quinn."
Rebecca Quentin looked at the hand Christine Quinn extended but didn't shake it.
Christine Quinn didn't awkwardly withdraw her hand. She gazed deeply at Rebecca Quentin's delicate face and sighed, "No wonder Howard could stay with you for two years. You really do resemble me…"
Feeling the unfriendliness in Christine Quinn's tone, Rebecca Quentin looked up again. Gazing at Christine Quinn coolly, she said calmly, "Miss Quinn, I don't think there's anything for us to talk about. I'm sorry."
With that, Rebecca Quentin took her suitcase and walked away.
Christine Quinn didn't try to stop her but called out to Rebecca Quentin's departing figure, "Do you know why we look so much alike?"
Rebecca Quentin's footsteps faltered.
