The next day, Hallie Morgan woke up to find Ben Myers already waiting for her downstairs.
"Young Madam, the gentleman had me bring you to see the motorhome he's arranged for."
"It's been arranged already?"
"Yes."
Hallie was taken to the hall, where the white motorhome was parked. It looked very long, and the staff were bowing politely, waiting for her arrival.
Wasn't this just buying a vehicle? It felt like an inspection visit.
"What's with all this pomp?" Hallie asked, confused.
Ben smiled, "Young Madam, since the gentleman is buying you a vehicle, naturally, he chose the best. This is a fully customized motorhome, please take a look inside."
