When Landon Brooke hurried over, he could see from afar Tiana Williams bent over the hood of her car, diligently copying something.
The sun was a bit harsh, and even under the tree, the sunlight filtering through the leaves was quite intense, shining right on her, causing a light sheen of sweat to form on her forehead and face…
"Young Master, it's Miss Williams," said the driver.
The chauffeur slowly pulled the car over to the side, eventually stopping behind Tiana Williams's car.
No sooner had the car come to a halt than Landon Brooke got out, took an umbrella, and walked toward her.
Engrossed in her copying, Tiana Williams was completely unaware of Landon Brooke's approach.
This was the forty-fifth time, with only five more to go.
It had been a long while since Tiana Williams had spent so much time focused on writing something by hand. After so many repetitions, her hand was starting to feel sore.
