Secretary Nash had to greet the afternoon guests, so he couldn't linger.
He bowed at a perfect angle and said with a smile, "Then I'll have to trouble you to give Lia a ride, Mr. Seth."
Time is a cost. Cost is money. And money shouldn't be wasted.
In the end, Lianne Lianne still followed behind Seth Sinclair toward the parking area.
Quinn Preston's car was parked outside the main gate, which was where he had gone. This particular young master, however, couldn't be bothered to walk the extra distance and had driven right into the courtyard.
The dark green ivy in the courtyard swayed, and the thick grass danced in the wind, weaving a tranquil and elegant atmosphere.
Lianne Lianne was crossing the curved bridge on foot. As she passed an ornamental peach tree, she suddenly felt something tugging at her from behind.
She stopped and looked back to find that an intricate tangle of branches had snagged the satin ribbon tied at the waist of her dress.
