The atmosphere in the car was strange, but fortunately, the driver pretending to be invisible finally opened his mouth, "Director Locke, Mrs. Locke, we've arrived."
Alfred Scott and Mia Anderson breathed a sigh of relief, exchanging sympathetic glances.
David Locke then lifted Mary Scott's head, tidied up her messy hair, and gently asked, "Ready to get out?"
His attitude towards Mary Scott was entirely different from how he treated Alfred and Mia.
Alfred regretted it again. Why did he even come?
Luckily, he didn't have to question his life for long, as Mary tidied herself up, touched up her lipstick, and finally stepped out of the car.
The group entered through the hotel's back door, where someone was already waiting to lead them to the back of the venue.
In the front, the media had already settled into their seats. Mary stopped at the door, looking at David and Alfred, "You two can wait outside for me."
"Sis, I'll go with you…"
