At the end of the clay, Sylvain was a leading fashion designer. They had small talks during the journey that inspired Arianne. In the end, she felt that Sylvain sending her home was not such a bad idea.
Sylvain waved at her when they arrived outside the entrance to Tremont Estate. “See you tomorrow.”
She thanked him and quickly exited the vehicle.
Mary had seen all of this and strode forward with Aristotle in her arms. “Ari, who sent you home? That isn’t Mr. Tremont’s car.”
“A colleague,” Arianne replied casually.
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