Chapter 113 She is not a Holy Mother, Just an Ordinary Person_1

Lively eyes, flying eyebrows, jelly-like lips, plump cheeks... all left in the memory.

Claudia Ross turned her head toward the tightly closed elevator doors. Why hadn't anyone come to rescue them yet?

"Don't move!" Wyatt Perry suddenly ordered.

She looked at him in surprise, "Mr. Perry?"

"Turn your face away!"

"What?"

What was this about?

"Turn it away!"

"Oh."

She turned her face away, continuing to watch the door, her peripheral vision constantly sweeping over Wyatt Perry's face.

What did he want to do?

Wyatt Perry stared at Claudia Ross's profile, his eyebrows furrowed deeply.

Too similar, easy to misidentify without a careful look.

But no matter how similar, she was not her...

She would not come back.

"Mr. Perry, can I move now?" Her neck was stiff; it was true torture.

She had no idea what he was thinking, all these odd behaviors.

"Hmm."

"Thank you, Mr. Perry."

Claudia Ross twisted her stiff neck, the bones making a crackling sound.