Phoebe's POV
After lunch, Harold drove me home. During the ride, he asked if I'd be free for dinner at 7 PM.
His friendliness caught me off guard a bit. But when I saw that hopeful expression on his face, I found myself nodding and agreeing.
Harold had never visited the upscale area where my family lived before.
Usually, security would inspect every visitor's vehicle thoroughly.
But his car and license plates were famous enough that the guards spotted them immediately.
The head of security actually stepped out to greet him personally and waved him through without a single question.
I couldn't help but think that wealthy people truly existed in their own universe.
I directed him to where he should drop me off. As I stepped out, I looked back and said, "See you tonight."
"See you," Harold responded with a small nod before driving away, making sure no one from my family would catch sight of him.
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