After he finished speaking, he strode out.
Maeve Lane raised her eyelids and contemplated the back of Julian Fairchild.
At this moment, Meredith Monroe, who had just finished eating, suddenly came out and patted Maeve Lane on the shoulder.
"Maeve, what are you looking at?"
Maeve Lane's eyes lit up, she didn't close the umbrella but instead pulled Meredith Monroe into her arms, her tone playful, "Do you want to see a beauty drenched in the rain?"
Meredith was dragged along by Maeve Lane in a daze, "Where's this beauty drenched in the rain coming from?"
She turned her head to look at Maeve Lane beside her and suddenly rubbed the goosebumps on her hand, "Maeve, who upset you? Why do you look so annoyed?"
Maeve Lane tugged at her crimson lips, her smile fainted a bit, "Do I?"
"You do..."
"Do you see that person up ahead?"
Meredith raised her head and glanced, then looked again incredulously, stammering a bit, "Julian Fairchild?"
"Yeah."
