Evan Rhodes saw Celia Sterling standing still. He didn't understand what she was doing, but he didn't disturb her.
Less than five minutes later, a door on the Lowell Family's private car, which had been waiting quietly, finally opened. A middle-aged man who looked like a butler got out and walked purposefully in a specific direction.
Celia Sterling's gaze followed him, and she spotted a familiar face.
Amid the crowd, Summer Sutton—wearing a mask and sunglasses, flanked by her assistant and agent—emerged from a VIP exit under the escort of security guards. The middle-aged man approached her and said something politely. Summer Sutton gave a slight nod and got into the car emblazoned with the family crest.
'They were here to pick up Summer Sutton?'
Celia Sterling watched curiously as the car drove off. Several seconds passed before she snapped out of it and turned to Evan Rhodes. "It's nothing. Let's go."
