Meanwhile at Wiltspoon School, Elisa parked the car, took the car keys, and walked into Serenity’s bookstore.

Serenity manned the store by herself and occasionally weaved some handicrafts when she was bored.

When Elisa came in, Serenity had just finished making a bicycle.

“Why are you making these things again? Didn’t you outsource it to others? You shouldn’t do so much work. If you fall sick from exhaustion, Zachary will get mad and ban you from doing anything. He’ll make you stay at home every day as a rich housewife. When the time comes, don’t come complaining to us.”

Elisa put the car keys on the cash register and sat on the stool.

She took the bicycle that Serenity just made and praised her. “Seren, I have to say that you’re ingenious! You can make a model of anything!”

“I learned it before. What do you like? I’ll make one for you when I’m free.”

“You’d better not. I’m afraid Zachary will stare at me with those cold eyes when he finds out. If I like something, I can just bu