She kept staring at Summer Ford while she spoke.
Angela originally thought she would hesitate, but unexpectedly, without thinking, she readily agreed, "Great, I happen to have no other plans today."
Her straightforwardness made Bass slightly curl his lips.
Angela also smiled faintly, "Then Bass, you will handle the reception!"
"Alright, madam." Summer Ford tugged at the corner of her mouth, leading Bass towards The Royal Paddock, "Mr. Bass, please follow me!"
At this moment, The Royal Paddock, Ethan Laurent was leisurely strolling through the stables, selecting horses.
Damian Preston was not far beside him, also choosing.
After picking among the rows of horses without finding a satisfactory one, he lazily leaned to the side, simply not choosing anymore.
"Were you pleased with last night's dinner?" Turning his gaze to not far away Ethan Laurent, he asked casually.
