Polly Sutton turned to look at Victor Parker, thinking his tone made him sound like her dad.
"Thank you, Miss Lowe." Polly Sutton said and then looked at Victor Parker, "Is that okay now, Dad?"
Victor Parker: "..."
Polly Sutton turned around and left. If Isabella Lowe had picked it up, she would have thanked her, but the receptionist had already put it away. What kind of game was Isabella Lowe playing?
Given her relationship with Isabella Lowe, any help from her usually came with ulterior motives.
"Being young means being a bit more willful, but when we were her age, we didn't dare to be so audacious." Isabella Lowe chuckled softly, as if merely making an observation.
Polly Sutton suddenly stopped, taking a deep breath before turning back to Isabella Lowe, "Do you know why, Miss Lowe, you couldn't be so reckless at my age? Because you lack a fatherly husband."
