âWhen did Mr.
Pierce come back?â I asked with suspicion.
The maid replied, âHe hasnât come back.
Heâs at the council hall, discussing important issues.
He mentioned that youâd been waiting for him these past few days.
Feeling guilty, he arranged for me to invite you over so he could meet with you after the meeting.
â
âI understand.
â
Enlightenment dawned on me.
Given Andrewâs thoughtful nature, he would indeed arrange something like this.
Feeling reassured, I nodded.
âOkay, Iâll come with you.
â
The maid bowed politely.
âPlease come with me.
The car Mr.
Pierce arranged is outside the mansion.
The driver will take you to the council hall.
â
âAlright.
â
I quickened my pace.
Ivy, who had been complaining just moments ago, suddenly praised him.
âHe really is the most considerate.
â
I smiled.
The maid hadnât lied.
Indeed, a flamboyant red Ferrari was parked by the gate, its bold color shining brilliantly in the setting sun.
I furrowed my brows at the sight of it.
âWellâ¦â
Something didnât feel right.
Ivy asked, âWhatâs wrong?â
I hesitated, then said, âAlthough I donât know Andrew very well, his reserved nature seems at odds with such a flashy car.
â
Before I could finish, the maid, who was Leading us, turned back and urged, âDebra, please hurry and get in the car.
The meeting is almost over, and you donât want to miss this chance.
â
Ivy said, âHoney, donât think too much about it.
Maybe his usual car is at the council hall for emergencies, so he sent this one to for you.
â
Debraâs POV:
The explanation sounded reasonable.
Could it be that I was overthinking this?
Urged by the maid and Ivy, I hesitated but eventually climbed into the car.