Bertha Swift turned her head and sure enough saw Adam Piers' car.
Kelly and the others saw it too, but unlike Bertha Swift's surprise and Joy Polly's gossip curiosity, or Melanie Quinn's usual indifference, Kelly was nervous.
She nervously scanned the surroundings, letting out a heavy sigh of relief only after confirming there were no journalists following them. In the meantime, Bertha Swift had already walked over to Adam Piers.
Kelly looked at Bertha Swift with regret, as if good cabbage were being eaten by a pig.
Joy Polly gently poked Kelly, "Kelly, don't worry too much, Bertha isn't popular enough to have paparazzi follow her, and she and Master Adam, don't you think they're a good match?"
"A match? In what way?" Kelly agreed with the first part but questioned the ending. How could Adam Piers, that dandy playboy, match up with a daughter from any decent family even if he's worth billions?
