After nearly 30 minutes, the taxi carrying Hunter, Isabella, and Collin stopped at a minimalistic two-story house with a monochrome theme. Isabella quickly put on her small black designer bag after unbuckling her seatbelt.
"Collin, you shouldn't stay here with us," Hunter said as Collin opened the door for Isabella.
"Then where should I go?" Collin furrowed his brow, stepping back to let Isabella out.
"Anywhere, just not here." Hunter exited the car with his cane. "I don't want you interrupting our time together."
"Oh... Okay." Collin sighed.
Hunter approached Isabella, who was stunned to see a middle-aged man in black coming out of the house.
"Who is he?" he asked.
Isabella remained silent and walked toward the man.
Hunter frowned, glancing back at Collin, who was carrying his black suitcase.
"Just take it there," he called out, then hurried to follow Isabella.
