Eileen sat across from Trish.

The shop owner hesitated, but Eileen took out a few hundred-dollar bills from her bag. "Sorry for the trouble."

Taking the money, the shop owner didn't say anything further. Since there were no other customers, and it didn't affect his rest, he simply slouched behind the cash register and checked his phone.

"Are you drunk?" Eileen lightly nudged Trish.

Trish raised her eyes, as if just noticing Eileen. "Darling, you're here."

She appeared as usual, but Eileen could see through her disguise in an instant.

"What happened?" Eileen asked with concern.

Trish's nose tingled, lips pursed. "Nothing, really."

She had just seen Declan and another...