Adelia Tucker, wearing a Tang costume with glossy agate beads circling her neck, exuded an intimidating nobility, "I've been friends with your Grandma Lawrence for decades, and even if she has her little schemes, I am well aware of them. It's just a meal for now, we can talk about the future later."
Enrico Tucker didn't dare to question her actions and hummed in agreement, his attention drifting off as he looked ahead listlessly.
Suddenly, a slim figure caught his eye.
He thought he had seen wrong.
As it approached,
the girl's exquisite and outstanding profile became clear, and his heartbeat abruptly quickened, unable to shift his gaze, "Grandma, it's that girl from the other day."
He remembered her name was Nathalie Quinlan?
He had seen her, and so had Adelia Tucker, of course.
The kind look on her face instantly turned stern, her eyes sharpened!
Nathalie Quinlan!
She had thought that upon meeting, Nathalie would greet her.