The next day, Clara Knox and Nicholas Sutton arranged to meet at a well-known Western restaurant in the Capital City.
Clara knew that accompanying her to Capital City to handle the Knight Industries affairs was a tough task and that Nicholas had come due to his deep friendship with Oliver Knox. She had to fulfill her role as a host and take the opportunity to express her gratitude.
Afraid of traffic, she left an hour early. The ride-hailing car was already parked outside the villa.
Sanitation workers were cleaning, and cigarette butts were scattered under the sycamore tree.
She zoned out for a few seconds before getting in the car.
Clara thought she arrived early enough, only to find that Nicholas had arrived a step before her.
"Nicholas, I'm sorry, I'm late."
Nicholas had put on a formal suit today, his hair slicked back with gel, exuding the aura of a social elite, appearing much more reliable than yesterday.