"I’ll transfer it to your account another day." The person in charge bent over: "I’m afraid ’another day’ won’t do, Miss Lowell, you know the rules of The Sentinel Alliance, the commission must be settled once the task is completed. If you delay, I won’t have any way to report back." "Alright, alright." Claire Lowell was too lazy to argue with the other party, mainly because she felt it was beneath her dignity, so she took out her phone to make the transfer. The person in charge, seeing the extra money in the account, grinned like a flower: "Thank you for your understanding, Miss Lowell. Wishing you all the best in everything." After saying that, he swiftly led his people away. Claire Lowell put away her phone, took a small makeup mirror, and carefully touched up her appearance. Once she confirmed she looked impeccable, a hint of satisfaction appeared in her eyes. She didn’t immediately walk over but instead found a somewhat clean spot to wait for Nameless to leave. She wasn’t foolish. If she showed up just like that, this woman would definitely seize the opportunity to stir up trouble, maybe even try to win Nameless over with charm. Women who relied on selling their beauty would absolutely behave like that. Raina North was happily and contentedly slurping noodles. In this world, there was truly nothing more satisfying than slurping noodles. If there was, it’d be slurping two servings. Elias Hawthorne took a clean handkerchief and carefully wiped the sauce off the corner of Raina North’s mouth: "You’ve got some on your mouth." "No need to fuss. I can wipe it later." "It’s no fuss." Just as Elias finished speaking, Dante Drake came over quickly. Under Elias Hawthorne’s displeased, deadly gaze, he braced himself to report: "Sir, there’s something that needs your attention." He added, "It’s quite urgent." If it wasn’t urgent, he’d have to be crazy to interrupt the boss’s date. It’s not like he thought his life was too easy. "Since it’s urgent, go handle it then. Besides, I want to have another serving of spicy noodles." Elias Hawthorne looked at Raina North’s eager expression and said helplessly: "You’ve already eaten quite a lot tonight. Be careful not to overeat." "I won’t. Once we get back, I’ll have a sparring match with Pip Finch to digest." Dıscover more novels at 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝕟𝕖𝕥 Dante Drake was speechless at the side. Was that a sparring match? It was clearly a thrashing. Elias Hawthorne’s expression softened: "That’s good then." Dante Drake silently swallowed the words he was about to say. What could he do since the boss had agreed? "Alright, go get busy. Once you’re back, we’re heading over to Clearbrook River for some boating." "Okay." Elias Hawthorne didn’t delay any longer and left with Dante Drake. Raina North called the landlady over and ordered another serving of extra spicy noodles. Then, while checking her phone, she waited for her noodles to be prepared. Suddenly, a shadow cast over, blocking the light above her. Raina North looked up and saw Claire Lowell, perfectly made-up and dressed in luxurious brands, standing before her. Raina North was somewhat surprised to see Miss Lowell here. Her outfit, worth over a million, with luxury custom items, really didn’t fit the atmosphere of this tiny night market. Especially with a Cartier bracelet encrusted in diamonds and a ruby ring on her wrist... Raina North wanted to ask, Miss Lowell, are you serious? Dressing so expensively with such jewelry to a night market, aren’t you afraid of getting oil stains? Just as Raina was about to speak, she heard Claire Lowell, in a condescending tone, say: "Let me introduce myself, I am Nameless’s fiancée, Claire Lowell. Let’s talk."