"You've already figured out a way to invite them to your house as guests, haven't you?"
Emma Campbell wasn't in the least bit anxious and even spoke with a hint of admiration, "You are quite clever, just got back home and you've already tricked them into coming, dispelling Arthur Lindsey's concerns."
"You, you stop talking nonsense..."
Yolanda Bardot was not pleased with this statement and rebuked, "It's my child's Christmas party, that's why I invited them over."
"What the truth is, only you yourself know, and I'm not going to quibble with you about it. Right now, I'm calling you to notify you of something." Emma Campbell said haughtily.
"…What is it?" Yolanda Bardot was so nervous and scared that it felt like her heartbeat was no longer within her own body.
"Take Ella Lacey to your house's rooftop." Emma Campbell urged her.
"…Why go to the rooftop?" Yolanda Bardot had a bad premonition.
