The rain was heavier and heavier, and half of the corridor was splashed wet.
Elizabeth pulled the scarf on her.
She didn't expect it to be so cold at home.
After standing still, Elizabeth, in a trance, thought of the calling of Mr. Hart tonight...
She was what she used to be. When she heard the last name, her mood was no longer disturbed.
But she knew the "Mr. Hart" tonight was not the "Mr. Hart" she met during her previous work.
However, she was at home in Wiston City. There was only one Mr. Hart who could easily afford one hundred and twenty million dollars and would be invited here.
It turned out that...
They hadn't met each other for five years.
Elizabeth took a deep breath, turned around, and walked in another direction.
"Ms. Blaine."
After walking a few steps, she was blocked by a tall and handsome figure.
Elizabeth, slightly startled, looked at the person coming.