Mr. Chip naturally didn't recall such a small figure as Cherish Turner.
Several luxury cars were waiting outside the hotel. Mr. Chip got into one of them, William Griffith and Chief Editor Sally also got into the cars.
Among the crowd of people hailing cabs by the roadside, Cherish Turner was aimlessly looking forward.
The SUV drove past the hotel, its black windows making it impossible to see the figures inside.
However, inside the vehicle, William Griffith glanced out the window, her small, frail figure stood out strikingly against the crowd. As the car smoothly moved forward, he cast his eyes down. The fleeting city lights illuminated his wickedly handsome face, cold as an iceberg.
In the dim night, the SUV finally crossed the traffic lights, absorbed in the sea of lights.