Angela Summer never expected Philip Shaw to return so early.
Watching the driver park the car on the lawn, she stood by the window, her entire body trembling slightly.
Downstairs, the tall and upright man opened the car door and stepped out, holding a delicate and trembling girl in his arms. Her hair, which had been tied up when she went out, was now loose, and the man's face looked extremely stern under the moonlight.
He quickly walked towards the room while holding Ellen Candi, calling for someone to contact Yippi Cooper, followed by a few bodyguards looking pale and nervous.
She had seriously miscalculated.
Angela Summer thought with a shiver all over her body.
She thought Philip Shaw and the others would return after the banquet ended. By this time, after three in the morning, Aldana Candi's plane would be flying in Italian skies, impossible for Philip Shaw to catch even if he wanted to immediately.
But now...
She glanced down at her watch.
It was only ten-fifteen.
