Since Feather had a breakdown, Hawk decided to call his driver to pick them up. Her physical and emotional state made him assume that she was not up or in the mood for any lunch already.
"Where to? President Hawk?" His private driver asked politely.
Without a thought, he answered, "To the Han's brick mansion please,"
"Are we not going for lunch anymore?" Feather immediately dissented. She was already glad that Hawk had called for his car only to be told that she had to be sent home. To be honest, she was already suspecting someone was doing witchcraft against her because everything that day was not falling into the right places.
"My heiress, I think you need your rest," Hawk told her and carefully caressed her long curls. "We can have lunch some other time,"
"Can we not have it now?" Feather was already getting frustrated and she doesn't know if she can hold back her annoyance anymore with everything that was happening, "I am really looking forward to that lunch,"
