It wasn't until she saw an elegant figure moving through the flowerbeds in the distance that Shalma Hughes took a closer look. Who else could it be but Dowager Winslow?
Julian Winslow had already walked over. Shalma stood a short distance away, watching the two exchange a few words before Dowager Winslow glanced in her direction.
That single glance made Shalma's heart skip a beat, but she stepped forward to join them anyway.
Brielle Jennings was dressed in loungewear today, a stark contrast to the formal qipao she had worn during their previous two encounters. She wore a straw hat and held a small hoe in her hands, turning the soil. She seemed to have lost some of her usual domineering, condescending aura, appearing somewhat gentler and more affectionate.
Shalma approached and greeted her respectfully. "Hello, Mrs. Winslow."
