The sound of an engine starting could be heard in Mason’s manor.

Lisa was wearing an overcoat and sitting gracefully in the backseat, signs of tears still visible on her face. However, she appeared to be elegant. After all, her appearance mattered very much to her.

She was going to Zoe’s place to beg her to check on Mason.

Twenty minutes later, the black limousine stopped in front of the black ornate gate. Her chauffeur was about to honk, but she stopped him.

She said softly, “I’m walking