In the midst of everyone's amazement, several top-of-the-line luxury cars stopped in front of the crowd.
Many directly held their breath, their eyes fixed on those cars.
"Those might not even be Abigail Green's cars," Celia Agatha said awkwardly. Next to her, Duncan Symons thought of the pair of shoes Abigail casually discarded, his eyes flashing with deep jealousy.
Because everyone's attention was on the cars, it was particularly quiet around. Celia Agatha's words seemed especially abrupt. Just as she finished speaking, a door opened and a man in his fifties stepped out. He had a gracious demeanor and a kind appearance.
Lena Locke immediately recognized him. "Uncle? Abigail's uncle!"
"Miss Locke, Abigail asked me to pick you all up. She's waiting for you at the manor," Housekeeper Piers said gently to Lena Locke.
