The sound of the car door opening.
Laura Yates's expression darkened immediately.
Florence Fuller withdrew her body, a look of amusement in her eyes as she gazed at Laura Yates, "Mother, if you've made up your mind, you're welcome to come see me anytime. If not... there's no need to make another trip."
The implication was all too clear: come if you're willing, if not, then don't come at all.
Such bluntness, Laura Yates bit her lip in anger and looked at Florence Fuller before getting out of the car, "I am still your biological mother."
Florence Fuller showed no sign of emotion, calmly made a gesture to invite her to get out of the car.
Laura Yates got out of the car, slamming the door shut in fury.
Lily Lancaster glanced at Florence Fuller's expression in the rearview mirror, and the person in the back leaned back against the seat, "Let's go home."
That's got to be her boss.
Crown Grand Hotel, Presidential Suite.
