Claire Prescott soon came out of the room, naturally linking arms with Iris Yates as they headed out.
The bodyguard called out urgently.
Both turned their heads.
Claire asked in confusion, "What's up?"
The bodyguard's gaze landed on their intimately linked hands, pausing briefly before he spoke, "Weren't you looking for Tiger just now?"
"No worries, it's not urgent, I can find him tomorrow."
With that, she led the way out the door.
Iris asked, "Did the receptionists at Sinclair Apothecary change?"
"No, that's the bodyguard my boyfriend arranged for me."
"Which pig took advantage of my absence to steal my cabbage at home."
"..." Claire calmly retorted, "Not a pig, but a handsome guy with looks, talent, and a caring nature."
With those words.
The cool motorcycle parked at the entrance immediately caught her attention; she recognized it at a glance as Iris's bike, "You rode your motorcycle here?"
"Yeah."
