The time spent shopping always passes quickly.
Lucy Ansley swiped her card for the sixteenth time, and with Eva Ronan's reminder, Elaine Ruane still looked unsatisfied, saying, "Okay, let's not shop anymore."
"Anna, why don't you ask the driver to come pick us up?"
Lucy glanced at her phone, "He's already downstairs."
To be precise, Henry Ronan had messaged her an hour ago.
Outside the mall, the nanny car was waiting, with its automatic door open. A man stood not far away, smoking.
His handsome appearance was complemented by a well-tailored black coat and sharp suit trousers, attracting attention and forming an aura even when doing nothing.
Especially when the man squints slightly while smoking, there was an air of casual indifference.
Lucy lifted her foot to walk over; she was only carrying a bag of underwear as other clothes would be packed by the boutique and sent to the estate.
