Julian said, “Ms. Crawford, you don’t have to be so polite. We’re friends now, and you also saved my life.”

Quinn smiled. “Okay. Let’s not be too polite with each other. I find it awkward too. I prefer being casual, so being overly courteous makes me uncomfortable. You don’t have to keep mentioning that I’m your savior too, Mr. Bucham. I simply lent a hand by fighting while I was on a stroll after a meal.”

Both of them laughed.

Since Quinn had no intention of getting out of the car to admire the flowers, Julian drove straight up the hill.

He guessed Quinn did not fancy flowers much.

The car stopped midhill. Quinn spotted a security post that was meant to carry out car inspections.

The security guards stationed at the post allowed Julian’s car to pass as soon as they saw him.

Quinn was curious. “Why is there a roadblock?”

“Well, Wildridge Manor belongs to the York family. Outsiders are prohibited from entering. There used to be only one security post at the manor’s gates. H