The attendant nodded slightly, "Yes, Rousseau is the current chief executor, Master Ethan."
Snor Fairchild actually wasn't meeting Ethan Laurent for the first time; one was of noble birth, the other from a prestigious family, crossing paths on many occasions, though never directly engaging with each other.
Following up with the attendant was purely for confirmation.
Having gotten a firm answer, he didn't say much more, simply turning his gaze back out the window.
The sports car outside had already driven away, its white silhouette turning into a smaller and smaller dot, eventually fading into the night.
Snor Fairchild stared in the direction they left for quite a while, then turned to the driver ahead and instructed calmly, "Let's go!"
The black Rolls-Royce then sped away...
Summer Ford, following Ethan Laurent's departure, returned directly to their home in this area.
Summer Ford went upstairs first, and upon returning to the room, went straight to the bathroom.
