"For a while," the bodyguard answered.
When Claire was hesitant, she saw Finnley walk out of the study, striding towards her.
"Finnley!" She put on a worried look.
When Finnley got closer, she took his arm.
"Why? Anything wrong?" asked Finnley leisurely, "Have they arrived?"
"Mr. Powell's granddaughter is so hateful!" Claire complained while dragging him forward, "She found your bedroom, lay on your bed, and insisted on meeting you in person."
Finnley's eyes became icy. He gazed at her in silence.
Claire could feel a chill. 'Ha ha... He's mad.'
Suddenly, Finnley quickened his pace.
Claire had to let go of his arm as she couldn't walk so fast. However, she expected how things would go next.
Shortly after, Finnley arrived at his bedroom, which he hadn't entered for years.
However, it still belonged to him.
He pushed the door open and entered. Seeing a trembling bulge on his bed, he confirmed someone was hiding there.
"Get out!"
Finnley hated his private space to be intruded on, his face dark, not to mention the girl was hiding on his bed.
Blanketed by the quilt with the warm sunshine smell, Mya laughed so hard that she couldn't help trembling. She could tell how annoyed Finnley looked without checking on him.
However, she ignored his order.
"Are you deaf? Get off my bed!" Finnley was indeed angry, almost exploding.
However, the girl seemed unwilling to get off.
Finnley failed to repress his anger, bent over, grabbed a corner of the quilt, and lifted it fiercely. The quit fell to the ground.
Mya bounced up. "Ha ha ha..."
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