She walked over without the slightest hesitation, lifted her finger, and gently swiped to connect the call.
Landon Lockwood's face immediately appeared.
"Who upset our Miss Lowell? Your face is as stiff as frozen frost, not even giving a glance?"
Cora Lowell had already sat down on the edge of the bed as soon as he started speaking.
She gently placed the phone on her knee, screen facing up.
"It's nothing. How about you? Are you finished?"
Hearing this, Landon Lockwood's brow furrowed into a knot.
He raised his hand, using his thumb and forefinger to rub his temples, his movements betraying a hint of fatigue.
Clara Jennings had been spoiled by her family since childhood.
Buying a house, in her eyes, was almost just like picking out jewelry.
This one had poor lighting, that one had an odd layout.
This place was no good, that one was displeasing, even the color of the wallpaper required careful consideration, and she was picky without hesitation.
