In the FC Group office, Mr. Champion gave a quiet "Hmm" after the maid's report. "Tell the housekeeper to drive her to the University of Nebraska at Omaha later."
Sandra had deliberately chosen a high-collared blouse that morning, carefully concealing the hickeys on her neck.
Just as she reached the doorway, Paula hurried after her. "Miss, the young master insisted Mr. Lee personally drive you to campus. He's waiting outside now."
"Alright, got it."
Pressing her lips together, Sandra strode toward the apartment entrance.
During the ride, she checked her phone again—still no missed calls or messages.
So Quana really has changed... She should've realized it after that hospital incident.
A self-deprecating chuckle escaped her as she shook her head, that faint smirk never leaving her li
