In the night, Louis Jefferson drove his white BMW across the neon interchange bridge in the city center of Yunhai, amidst the bustling traffic.
"Ella, what's wrong? Are you unhappy?" Louis, who was driving, glanced at Ella Lacey, who was sitting in the passenger seat, every now and then, looking concerned.
It was all because of that damn Arthur Lindsey.
Ella told herself not to think about him, but his image was all she could think about.
Thinking of him made her feel terrible.
"Brother, Ella probably just needs some sleep." Sally Jefferson saw that she was silent, kindly stepping in and changing the subject. "Did you fly back from W Country today? Has everything there been taken care of?"
"Yes, everything's been sorted. I landed an hour ago."
