When they arrived at the Crawford residence, it was a scene of warmth and festivity with many lights illuminating the surroundings.

The Crawfords were eagerly awaiting their arrival.

Hearing the sound of a car, Will came out to see, and upon recognizing his sister’s vehicle, a smile graced his face. He approached the car and opened the door for Julian.

“Mr. Bucham.”

“Mr. Will, you can just call me Julian.”

Julian was actually older than Will, but he had been addressing Will with honorifics. Will was a candid person like Duncan, and he did not mind how Julian addressed him.

“Everyone is waiting for your return to have dinner together.”

As he spoke, Will walked toward the trunk to take out Julian’s luggage.

Quinn said, “Will, Julian booked a hotel. After dinner, I’ll drop him off at the hotel, so there’s no need to take his luggage down.”

“I see. Julian, if you don’t mind, you can cancel the booking. We have empty rooms. You can stay here, and in the future, if you come to Summ