The next day.
Quiana Sutton got up, washed and came to the dining table. Sitting across from her was Durrell Landon, his expression indifferent and his tone unreadable: "Breakfast time is 7:30. Now it's already 8:00. I've been waiting for you for half an hour."
She pulled out a chair to sit down, speaking with a cool air: "If you don't want to wait, you don't have to."
She glanced at the breakfast on the table, which was mostly the food she used to love.
"I don't like any of these anymore. I want to change a few things."
Durrell Landon frowned but still instructed the kitchen to redo it according to her current preferences.
Durrell noticed that everything she chose was exactly what she used to dislike, as if she wanted to sever ties with the past completely, causing a sharp pain in his heart.
After eating, she went to the shooting range to practice shooting while Durrell was lost in heavy thoughts.
He glanced at Charles Foote who was sitting not far from him,
