Darlene opened her eyes. She was very sleepy just now and was not in a state of mind. She only heard Adam say that the person had come.
She did not hear "Mr. Walpole" clearly. Perhaps because she was not very sober, she did not think too much about it.
Seeing that it was just eight o'clock, she asked Braylen in a puzzled manner, "What kind of big boss is that? Neither lunch nor dinner, but for breakfast!"
She had never attended a breakfast party. Wasn't it better to sleep a little longer?
Braylen drank his tea at ease. "Please understand. The big shot came back from afar. He is dealing with jet lag. It is time for him to eat lunch now."
Darlene was full of bitterness. "I haven't slept well for half a month. Why do I have to be here?
"Are you sure that you are not taking me along as a shield to see a devastatingly beautiful woman? So that you can get away from Mom and Dad?"