The things she was carrying were incredibly heavy, causing Summer Sutton's hand to ache.
She wanted to call Watt Bennet to come pick her up, but it was rush hour, and there was traffic everywhere. By the time he arrived, who knows what time it would be.
Summer Sutton had no choice but to continue waiting by the roadside.
After about ten more minutes, her hand was aching and numb, when a black Rolls-Royce stopped in front of her.
The car window was rolled down, revealing the face inside to Summer Sutton.
Summer Sutton stared at the visitor, somewhat surprised.
Old Master Walyon sat in the car, squinting his eyes, sizing her up and down, glancing at the heavy things in her hands, and gave a look to the driver in front.
The driver understood his intention, got out of the car, took the things from Summer Sutton's hands respectfully, and opened the back seat door for her. "Miss Sutton, it's hard to find a ride right now, let us take you home!"
