Nat Crawford started the car and, following his speculation, smiled, "Have you thought of a way to cheer up Miss Hemsworth?"
Travis Miller's brow moved imperceptibly, a faint light flickered in his dark eyes...
*
Penelope Conner sat on the sofa with a cold expression, Salma Lula sat beside her, a slight sorrow between her brows.
Travis Miller walked in, and Salma Lula quickly stood up.
"Brother Travis..."
Talking about what happened today, and even making Aunt Conner so angry.
No matter how you calculate it, the result would end up blaming her.
Sure enough, Travis Miller ignored her and instead focused his gaze on Penelope Conner.
Penelope could sense Salma's unease and stood up, looking coldly at Travis Miller.
"I forced Salma to tell me about it. You should blame me. But isn't Abigail Hemsworth finding someone to smash your car into pieces even worse than what Salma told me?!"
Travis Miller unbuttoned his suit, and a housemaid hurried over to catch it.
