The opposing party seemed to be of significant status; as soon as the leading vehicle stopped, a large group of bodyguards neatly aligned themselves on both sides.
A man who looked like a butler stepped forward, bowed his head respectfully, and said something to the person inside the car. The door was opened, and the person inside bent down and got out.
This was an elderly man who appeared to be in his early sixties, over fifty years old, yet his mental state was excellent, full of vigor, and had a kind face.
Ethan Laurent didn't pay any attention outside and went upstairs side by side with Summer Ford to their room, considering she wasn't planning to stay for more than a few days. Once upstairs, he urged Summer to change clothes.
"Sea blue!" Ever since Ethan Laurent saw her wearing that sea blue dress at Nocturne last time, he seemed to develop a fondness for the color. Seeing her suitcase open, he casually remarked.
"Where to?" Summer Ford was puzzled.
