Chapter 1387 Hot coffee on her face.

Nine at night.

Edith Hall threw herself in the seat of the car, exhausted. She closed her eyes to rest as she asked Mandy Cook, "where's the restaurant?"

"It's near to the hotel we live, " Mandy still sounded pissed. "So reporters are going to be there for sure?"

"For sure, " Edith was so tired that she didn't even want to open her eyes.

"Then I'd better stay in the hotel...I'm afraid that I will splash hot coffee on her face. " Said Mandy, worried.

Edith was amused,...