Victor had just arrived here and saw Polly Sutton squatting on the ground, with Alexander Parker beside her, his hand on her back, and the two of them talking face-to-face.
The scene, no matter how you looked at it, was an eyesore.
So before Alexander could ask anything more, he was yanked away completely.
Polly Sutton suddenly looked up and happened to see Victor, her eyes still red from coughing just now.
"Who, who is it?" Alexander, not steady after being pulled, landed on his butt, and when he looked up, he saw the man who had pulled Polly into his arms. The words stuck in Alexander's throat, and he awkwardly said, "Young Master, what brings you here?"
Polly Sutton's mouth twitched, watching Alexander hurriedly getting up.
"What's going on?" Victor asked, his gaze on Polly Sutton, clearly questioning her. He thought he wasn't gone long, yet this woman was somehow surrounded by bothersome men wherever she went.
