At that moment, Arabella Donovan, who had followed Guinevere Preston to the small kitchen for a snack, was still unaware of the in-depth discussion the two men were having about her inside the room.
Guinevere Preston saw her gnawing on a freshly steamed meat bun with one hand while poking at her phone with the other, her expression quite grave. "Are you in some kind of trouble?" she asked with concern.
"I'm looking at the accounts of the people who sent me money tonight."
"What are you looking at those for? Planning to send the money back?"
"Yes. And I also want to write down their names so I can send them a gift in return for the New Year." After all, whether she needed the money or not was one thing, but what they did tonight was a godsend. It's the thought that counts, and she couldn't forget this kindness.
Guinevere Preston understood her intentions perfectly and smiled. "Then why do you look like that?"
