“Young Master, let’s go help Miss Hale,” Jim said as the divider rose between the front and back seats.
He couldn't care less if the young master would scold him later—he sounded genuinely anxious.
Jerry wasn’t as bold as Jim, but he still added his agreement, “Yeah.”
They couldn’t just leave her sitting there all alone while everyone stared.
Charlie lifted his eyelids lazily, casting the two a bland glance. “If you want to help, help. Don’t make it sound like I’m the villain here.”
He agreed.
Jim turned the car around.
But before they could drive over to Candice, a white BMW pulled up beside her first.
The car came to a stop, and out stepped a woman dressed in a striking angora-red business suit. She wore black shirt and tailored trousers—a sharp, cool, no-nonsense look.
She stro
