"So that's what it means, huh?" Adam Sinclair remarked with a sense of realization, "I didn't expect Sister Skye to be getting married so soon."
Baron Lawrence's brow furrowed once again, his thin lips tightly pressed together, his face expressionless. It was clear to anyone with eyes that he did not want to continue this topic.
Adam, obviously being someone with eyes, subtly changed the subject. He then turned to Rupert Harris, "Terry, how long are you planning to stay this time?"
"About a month."
"That long?"
"I have some matters to take care of. I'll go back after I'm done."
Adam looked at Emily, who was playing joyfully, and knew exactly what matters he needed to take care of.
Then, glancing at the carefree Olivia Lewis, Adam's head started to ache.
"What about you? When are you planning to go back? I heard Aunt is looking for you," Rupert flicked the ash from his cigarette and asked.
Adam was silent for a moment, then pursed his lips, "...I'll go back after a while."
