181: A period of one month_3

Old Master Moreland's last words were said with such certainty, as if he had already thought of a way Owen would surely compromise.

"Go on, what are you waiting for?" Mia urged.

Amelia Clarke collected her thoughts, opened the car door, and got out, walking towards the black Cayenne.

As she approached, the car door was pushed open from the inside.

There was a faint smell of smoke in the car, presumably someone had been smoking inside before, and the scent of the car perfume was fresh and pleasant. Owen Moreland leaned back in the driver's seat, his deep eyes steadily looking over.

As Amelia Clarke closed the car door, she looked at him with a smile, "Why are you here? Is the banquet over?"

Her gaze fell to the navigation system, which showed the time to be just 9:03 PM.

"I've seen Grandpa," Owen said, his left hand resting on the steering wheel, his wristwatch delicate and luxurious, his right hand reaching over to grasp Amelia Clarke's hand.