The gate slowly opened, and his car drove leisurely inside before closing again.
Barring her entry.
Outside, the world was once again bathed in a dim yellow light. Nora Ainsworth's palms were ice-cold, but she still walked up to ring the doorbell.
Quentin Grant's car window rolled down. The captain jogged over and said in a low voice, "She came at noon, waited across the street all afternoon, came back again after five, and hasn't left since."
Quentin Grant glared at him. "You idiot. Couldn't you have just given her an umbrella yourselves?"
The captain sounded terribly wronged. "Young Master, without your order, we wouldn't dare."
"Get lost!"
"Yes!" The captain turned and jogged away.
Quentin Grant sat there for a moment before suddenly yanking the car door open and getting out.
His face etched with anger, he strode toward the main gate.
He pulled the gate open, and it made a loud noise.
Nora Ainsworth stood there, face to face with him.
"What are you here for?"
