Serena had a preliminary answer in her heart, and asked, "Your cousin is?"
Clara Bishop: "Adrian Shaw!"
"No." Serena denied as calmly as ever, her expression unchanged.
"Ah?" Clara looked disappointed, stroking the Border Collie's head. "Really? But you two look so good together, I thought—"
Before she could finish, a shrill honking sounded from behind.
Clara frowned in frustration and said to Serena, "Sis, I have to go. I've been bothering my cousin all day, and he's absolutely sick of me. I need to hurry back and complain to Grandma before he does."
Serena said, "Goodbye."
The Cullinan drove away before her eyes. Serena watched the license plate thoughtfully, about to look down and check when her taxi would arrive.
Another top-tier sports car pulled up in front of her, arrogantly stopping, the evening breeze rustling her hair, letting it drift like black silk.
Serena looked over.
