The Unknown Secret

Fortunately, Old Mr. Quinn quickly regained his composure.

“This weekend, the merchant's granddaughter is getting engaged. I want you to go in my place,” he said.

“Alright,” Cynthia Shannon replied promptly.

Before the words had even settled, Old Mr. Quinn continued, “Cartman told me that a special guest has arrived at the merchant's house. He is around your age and seems to share similar interests. He hopes that you can show him around our city during his stay in San Heith.”

Cynthia's eyebrows twitched involuntarily.

The so-called engagement of the merchant's granddaughter was just a cover.

The real purpose was to provide Cynthia and this special guest with a reasonable excuse to meet.

“Grandfather, I already have a boyfriend,” Cynthia glanced at her desk, silently praying that Tristan wouldn't appear at this moment.

Tristan, hidden under the desk, had a face as dark as the bottom of a pot.