Thomas Harrison nodded and stepped back, watching through the floor-to-ceiling window as a red car pulled up near the villa. He couldn't help but chuckle, it seemed the boss was quite the strategist!
"Boss, Miss Turner is here."
"Hmm, I see her." The tone of his voice was laced with a hint of pride, sounding particularly pleased.
William Griffith had long thought that if Cherish Turner's identity were ever exposed, she would inevitably face the obstacle of his grandparents' approval. To win them over, he needed to plan in advance.
Cherish got out of the car and hid, too scared to approach. There were so many reporters, it seemed like not even a fly could get into the Deep Wave Mansion!
Unable to think of any other solutions, Cherish could only contact William. He was the one who caused this situation, so he must take responsibility.
As expected, before long, William, who had been sipping his coffee, had his phone ring.
The caller ID showed his private number.
