The tall figure of the man stepped out.
With a cold expression, he was adjusting his cuffs and collar, striding out.
When he saw the woman who suddenly appeared at the door, the expression on his handsome face froze.
He stopped, his gaze falling on Summer Shawcross, then after a few seconds, glanced at the driver and Flynn Hughes beside her, frowning.
Seeing him come out, Summer smiled and quickly asked him.
"Noah Drexler, where are you going?"
He had just left and looked like he was in a hurry to go somewhere.
Being asked like this, Noah instinctively lifted his wrist, glanced at the time on his watch, and his handsome face showed a change in expression.
It was about to get dark...
"Getting off work." He lowered his wrist, moved his lips, and replied.
Hearing what he said, Summer was astonished, looking at him in surprise.
"Off work? But didn't the butler say you were working late today?"
