"Okay, you can leave the rest to me." Zachary Thorne glanced at Bill Holden outside the car, wanting to ask who the mixed-race man was, but he held back.
Ivy Holden quietly slipped back into her room, changed out of her clothes, and stuffed them into the washing machine. Then she took a shower and went to bed.
Perhaps she was too worked up, as she woke up after only a couple of hours. When she did, her entire body ached, and she was in a foul mood. So she got up, gathered her things, and left with her bag in hand.
"Oh? Miss, where are you off to so early?" Auntie Orchid asked, puzzled. She had just been about to head to the morning market for groceries.
"Just tell Grandpa I had something to take care of and left early." As Ivy Holden spoke, she was already pulling out her phone to call a taxi.
"Where are you going?" Jensen Morrison, dressed in a tracksuit, walked in from outside and nearly collided with Ivy Holden.
"What are you doing here?" Ivy Holden asked with a frown.
