Eight hours later, the plane landed in B Country.
By the Rhine River, a countryside villa was the accommodation Arthur Lindsey had organized.
A black high-end commercial vehicle parked in front of the villa, Rachel Langley arm in arm with Arthur Lindsey moved ahead, her 15 cm high-heeled shoes echoed on the ground.
She glanced back, instructing Ella Lacey, "My LV bag is in the car, help me carry it."
"Why should I carry it for you?" Ella declined flatly.
"I have Arthur's stuff in my bag. Will you carry it now?" Rachel raised her eyebrows.
Ella, hearing that it was Arthur's belongings, though initially moved away, reluctantly returned to pick up Rachel's red purse.
"You're a good girl, aren't you?" Rachel lingered on Arthur's hand, deliberately tightening her grip.
Ella eyed the moves she made towards hanging onto Arthur, feeling especially uncomfortable. Was she trying to provoke her?
Just now on the plane, she had been terrified by Ella. But now, she's showing off again.
