Amelia Clarke got into Serene Abel's car.
In the distance.
Ann Chapman witnessed this scene.
He couldn't wait to stir up trouble, and he patted Owen Moreland on the shoulder, "Owen, your little lover just got into Serene's car. Hasn't Serene been into you for many years? That hero-saving-the-beauty act you pulled earlier was quite a show; I was nearly moved to tears watching it. Do you think Serene might be jealous? Could she take revenge on your little lover?"
Owen Moreland's expression was indifferent, giving away no emotions. He exhaled a puff of smoke, tapping the ash with his slender fingers, a picture of refined elegance.
Finn Wilson frowned upon hearing this, "Don't talk nonsense, Serene isn't that small-minded."
Ann Chapman's smile turned suggestive, "How would you know?"
Finn Wilson sent a kick his way, "What's with that punchable expression of yours?"
