Owl Eagle reported that the young master hadn't arrived yet, predicting that the meeting had been delayed, and told her not to worry, once the young master appeared, he would immediately notify her.
Tara Summer immediately hung up the phone, she bit her lip and paced back and forth in the room, feeling both nervous and excited, occasionally walking out to the balcony to look down.
The room was on the fifty-something floor, and by now, the sky had turned completely dark. Even with streetlights, she could hardly make out anything below.
She was truly on pins and needles. The wait was excruciating, but finally, at ten o'clock, Owl Eagle called to inform her that the young master had arrived at the hotel and was on his way up in the elevator.
"He's coming!" Tara Summer's heart, which had somewhat calmed down, was once again filled with excitement. She stepped in front of the mirror and gave a twirl, making sure her clothes and hair were in order before she opened the door to leave.
