It was already late at night, and the only thing left in the villa area was the sound of leaves being swept by the cold wind of early winter.
Rolls-Royce's wheels rolled over the road, dead leaves scattered in panic.
The car stopped at the gate of the place where Sophia Mitchell lived.
"Sophie, you're home."
Along the way, Joshua Turner was corrected several times by Sophia Mitchell to call her Sophie instead of Ms. Mitchell.
Sophia Mitchell tasted good wine. Although she was drunk, she didn't make a fuss. She just leaned on the back of the chair and slept more peacefully. She was completely asleep at the moment.
It was getting late, David turned his head from the driver's seat, "Boss, do you want to wake up Ms. Mitchell?"
Joshua Turner patted Sophia Mitchell's shoulder lightly, but there was still no response.
"Knock on the door first, there should be someone at home."
"yes."