“Who are you looking for?” When Thea looked at the strange man in front of her, she was taken aback.

The strange man was roughly in his forties, dressed plainly, and looked like a farmer. He took out an elegant invitation and presented it to Thea.

“What’s this?” Thea accepted it, puzzled.

“It’s for James Caden,” said the strange man.

He turned around and left after saying that.

Thea did not open it to take a look. She shut the gate and walked back into the house.

As soon as she entered, Ja