Arnold dismissed him. "So what? A milk seller can act all arrogant now? You'd better tone it down, got that?"

"Don’t be unreasonable, Arnold. Let’s go." Nick said sternly as he cast a faint glance at Hazelyn. It was just a fleeting look, but it was enough to make Hazelyn guess what he meant. The cold aura emanating from him was intimidating.

In the end, Hazelyn didn't dare pick a fight.

Arnold remained silent and followed Nick, who walked confidently toward the exit.

Then, we each boarded two luxurious cars. Under their watchful eyes, we left with heads held high.

On the way back, I kept thinking about Beatrice's final gesture. Was she anxious for me to leave? But her vacant gaze and dull expression made me uncertain. Was she really sick? The way she looked at me sent shivers down my spine. It was not a gaze a normal person would give anyone.

Our group returned to the hotel we had stayed at last night, and I went back to my room.

Arnold immediately asked, "Did you see her, Chlo?