Amelia Clarke arrived at the East Gate and from a distance, she could see a White Range Rover parked beneath the trees by the roadside.
A very familiar license plate.
She walked straight over and got into the car.
Owen Moreland watched her as she approached, an unusual light flickering in his deep-set eyes.
Once she was seated, the corners of his lips unconsciously curled upwards.
Just as he was about to start the car...
"Mr. Moreland," Amelia spoke up, "wait a moment..."
Owen Moreland released his foot from the accelerator. "What is it?"
Those simple two words carried the natural authority of someone superior, instantly diminishing the other person's presence.
Amelia swallowed, her hands tightly clutching the hem of her dress on her lap, as she struggled to maintain her composure, speaking in an even tone, "I can't be your lady companion..."
A chill settled around Owen Moreland.
