Oliver Bloom is a man of his word.
When he said they should practice somewhere else, there was no way he would let Elise Don get away with it.
Over the weekend, Oliver led Elise into the mountains.
Elise stared at her phone map for a long time before she finally understood the location Oliver sent her; the destination was a villa in the distant mountains.
She sat in the passenger seat, watching the scenery along the way. The maple leaves were fiery red, and from afar, they seemed frosted.
The temperature in the mountains was much lower than in the city. Elise wrapped her black cashmere coat tightly and tilted her head to ask Oliver, who was driving.
"Why would there be a swimming pool in the mountains?"
Oliver gently turned the steering wheel, maneuvering the winding mountain road. "It's used for team training in isolation."
"Oh."
Tristan Park, sitting in the back seat, had recently visited and chuckled without saying a word.
