"Lola Gold?" Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out.
Yolanda Greenwood and Lola Gold turned their heads simultaneously, only to see Christopher Coldson.
Today, Christopher Coldson was wearing a well-tailored tailcoat, looking even more dignified and languid.
He cast an ambiguous glance at Yolanda, then turned to Lola Gold, "Can I have a word with you?"
"There's nothing to talk about," Lola said, looping her arm through Yolanda's, ready to leave, "Yolanda, let's go over there."
Christopher Coldson quickly stepped forward, blocking their way, "I think Yolanda wouldn't want to draw too much attention, right?"
It was clearly a threat.
"Christopher Coldson, where's your shame?" Lola ground her teeth.
"What is shame?" Christopher persisted in a tone suggesting he wouldn't relent, "Lola, you know my temper. Just let me say a few words, and I'll definitely let you go."
Lola cast an apologetic glance at Yolanda.