Gordon sighed in exasperation. "Alright, alright. Go home then. I'll pick you up for the art exhibition in two days."
Forget it. One Selina, who refused to recognize reality, and another—the so-called "wise ruler"—who believed everything she said. He couldn't do anything about it.
…
Back at Sapphire Valley Villa, Selina asked curiously, "Logan, what did my Uncle Gordon talk to you about?"
Logan's steps paused for a brief moment, his expression unreadable. "He was just worried I wouldn't take good care of you, so he gave me some advice."
"Uncle Gordon is just overly cautious. I can take care of myself perfectly fine."
As Selina stepped into the villa, she immediately sensed something was off. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced toward the sofa—then suddenly froze.
Seated there was an unexpected guest—
Old Mr. Carter.
Selina had never imagined she would meet him under such circumstances.
But Old Mr. Carter was clearly prepared for this visit.
