The next second, an ambiguous answer came from the other end.
"When we started the fire, a woman was in the studio. When she heard our movements, she came out. But when she saw our faces, we had no choice but to knock her out."
Hearing this, Callie's face changed greatly, and her grip on the phone unconsciously tightened.
A woman?
Could it be Lea?
Callie's hand, which was holding the phone, began to tremble slightly, and her voice was a little flustered. "Where is she now?"
"We didn't care about her. We just set the fire and left. The woman may still be in the studio now."
Callie's eyes widened in shock.
Lea was still inside. Would she be burned to death?
Callie just wanted to destroy those paintings and teach Lea a lesson, but she never wanted Lea to die.
Callie looked up at the
