"Pfft—"
Evelyn Sherman couldn't swallow the milk in time, and it all sprayed out.
She widened her eyes at the security guard who was relaying the news.
"What did you say?!"
Evelyn anxiously stood at the gate for ten minutes, but Chester Yale still hadn't come out.
She silently looked up at the young security guard, wondering if she went to plead with him, whether he would let her out?
While counting the possibilities, the corner of her eye caught sight of a tall figure striding out of the villa.
Chester's perpetually emotionless, handsome face was always hard to read, but still irresistibly attractive.
Although he seemed to walk leisurely, his pace was unhurried.
Seeing him come out, Evelyn immediately retracted her foot and abandoned her idea.
