"Young Master Seys--" Valeria Johnson saw him come over, immediately stepping forward with a bright smile, looking charming.
Arlo Seys didn't even glance at Valeria Johnson, walked around her, and stopped in front of Ariel Morris.
Valeria Johnson's expression instantly became twisted and ugly, she looked back at the direction Arlo Seys was heading.
Ariel Morris was picking up paper cranes, her legs impossibly long; she looked up and saw Arlo Seys appearing within her sight, very close.
She moved her lips but said nothing, and continued to lower her head to pick up her things.
A faint mint scent entered her nose, and just as Ariel Morris reacted, she saw a pair of fair and beautiful fingers pick up the paper crane in front of her and hand it to her. A soft, low, and pleasant voice said, "Your things."
