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The voices of the women outside startled the man inside, and he suddenly turned his head.
A fair forehead, fine bangs, charming peach blossom eyes, and those thin lips like rose petals. Who else could it be but Lyle Westbrook?
Although Enna Clark had suspected it, she was still surprised to see that it was indeed him.
Lyle Westbrook was equally astonished, his eyebrows knitting together as he looked at her, "Enna? How come it's you?"
He was genuinely surprised. What was she doing here?
At midday, he had received a call from Old Madam Habsden, inviting him over for tea, and he knew that the old lady wanted him to meet the Miss Habsden whom he hadn't seen last time.
To his surprise, after he had waited for half an hour, it was Enna Clark who showed up.
Could it be... Enna was the Miss of the Habsden Family?
