Nobody came forward to offer her an umbrella, and Norris Moore didn't bring one either. She sat there without bothering to avoid the rain, just waiting alone.
It wasn't until a black Rolls-Royce suddenly stopped at the clubhouse entrance. The car window rolled down, and a young man with an extremely handsome face leaned over. His eyes fell upon Norris Moore, who was sitting on the steps with her legs hugged to her chest. For a moment, his pupils slightly contracted, and he got out of the car.
The two doormen watched as a young man in a black trench coat stepped out of the prestigious Rolls-Royce, took off his coat and draped it over the woman. He then picked her up from the ground and carried her back into the car.
The car slowly moved, and the black Rolls-Royce gradually disappeared in the rain curtains.
*
When Trenton Smith came out of the clubhouse, it was already half past midnight.
