“Stop it,” interjected Arielle. “I’ve helped him once, and he returned my favor. We’re even now. It’s purely business between us, so don’t get it wrong and say something like this again.”
Iris wisely shut her mouth.
Arielle rarely spoke to her that harshly, so it was evident that Arielle was mad.
Oh, I should stop gossiping.
Meanwhile, Arielle stared at the landscape in reverse motion outside as she fell deep into thought.
I don’t have time to be in a relationship. Before finding out the truth behind Mom’s death, I can’t get distracted. Besides, I don’t think Vinson is interested in me. I even got things wrong twice.
A strangely disappointed Arielle quickly shook off her sorrow.
She wasn’t one who would overthink things and never wanted to hear similar comments again.
Meanwhile, Vinson received a call from Harvey right after he entered his car.
“I’ve contacted the person whose slot is right after yours. They agreed to reschedule their reservation to tomorrow, so you will have the castle to yourself for today.”
“Thank you.”
“Wow, it’s really rare to hear you thank me. Is this commercial shoot that important to you?”
After a brief silence, Vinson answered, “Mm. Soir Coffee is an important project.”
“Alright. I’ll let them know about the change. I haven’t been here for a while. It’s time for an inspection.”
“Okay. See you later.”
“See ya!”
Vinson cut the line and shut his eyes to rest. Strangely, the scene of Arielle in that elegant dress popped up in his mind.
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