Stela Walker POV
A black Porsche Cayenne slowed down a little and it seemed like we arrived at the villa. In the car, I was sitting on the passenger seat and holding my breath with my eyes covered by a white handkerchief.
When the car stopped, I inhaled the sweet scent of osmanthus which was familiar to me.
The road outside the Walker's House was planted with osmanthus trees. It was the season of osmanthus blooming, and the air was full of fragrance.
"Sir, have we arrived?" I asked.
"He has something to deal with so he asked me to send you here." A strange woman's voice came from the driver's seat.
Hearing this, I was surprised and got nervous, gripping my seat belt subconsciously. Who was that woman?
Was I in trouble or something?
In the morning, before I came out of the Grand H
