Through Henley's expression, Savannah knew it was Donna.
According to the time, Donna was supposed to have arrived next to the Sterling's house. And when she didn't see Henley, she would, of course, send a message to him.
Henley slid his phone into his pocket. Then, after a few moments, he recovered his composure and walked back.
"Dad, I'm sorry," Henley tried to keep his voice as steady as he could, "Something goes wrong with a business, and I've to handle it now…"
"We're having dinner with my father today. What must the business be done at this time? You can ask someone to handle it for you. At least you're a department manager!" Susan said impatiently.
"That's alright, you just go. A business's more important." Old Sterling was quite reasonable.
"Okay, enjoy your dinner." With that, Henley hurriedly left the villa.
The rest of them went on with dinner.
