An hour had passed.
By this time, Sean Knight had dug up the garden behind the courtyard, taken away the two large wooden boxes inside, and then hastily filled back the soil.
Sean took out a backpack, put some things from those two big boxes into it, dusted off the dirt on his body, and only then, did he confidently walk back to the front yard.
At this point, Elijah Hastings could barely keep up with the pace – he was not even an amateur himself, only knowing a little about it, which was actually just an impression he got from watching preliminary explorations or movies when he had nothing to do in his domestic life.
So for Lincoln Harrington to take photos of this and that, by the end, it was not him directing the shoot, but rather Aya and Amara letting their imaginations run wild, wanting to photograph this and that.
So when Sean appeared, Elijah felt like he was pardoned, and sweat was coming down his face.
