A face popped up at the end.
It was a property salesperson with a professional smile.
No wonder they could capture all this; it was all arranged from the beginning.
But she already knew they were going to look at properties.
She guessed the follow-up ever since Hayden Croft suggested it that day.
Having seen it, she felt no ripple in her heart.
She was no longer the Cora Lowell who would be blinded by sweet talk.
Fifteen minutes later, Cora Lowell returned home.
The door slowly closed behind her, letting out a soft sound.
She went straight to the bathroom, turned on the hot water, and steam quickly filled the entire space.
Just after she went downstairs, a servant knocked at the door outside, speaking cautiously.
"Miss Lowell, sir wants you to come to the dining room."
The dining table remained untouched.
Several hot dishes were steaming lightly, but no one reached for them.
Tristan Lowell sat at the main seat, his face sullen, eyebrows furrowed tightly.
