Midnight.
Lotus Pond Rain was enveloped in tranquility.
A sudden blaring of a car horn startled the gatekeeper, who peered outside through the window. Shocked, he exclaimed, "Miss," and hurriedly opened the door.
Sinclair Drew, her face pale as a ghost, rolled down the car window in haste and asked, "Is my brother here?" She had searched everywhere else he might be; this was her last place to look.
"Yes, yes, he is, but, the young master and the young lady have retired for the night."
The young master and the young lady!
"What young lady? She hasn't even married into the family, why call her a young lady," Sinclair rebuked in dissatisfaction.
"Oh, oh, oh, the young master and Miss Price have already retired," the gatekeeper quickly corrected himself.
Sinclair got out of the car and said, "Park the car." Then, she hurriedly stepped toward the main building in seven-inch high heels.