On the way back, there was some traffic. By the time they reached Cloudsea Road, the last glimmer of sunset had already sunk behind the western hills.
Lucy Ansley pressed the button for the automatic door, and Henry Ronan handed her the folder on the seat, advising in a deep voice, "Take this back with you. The contents might be helpful to you."
"Alright. See you next time, Dr. Ronan."
Lucy, trusting him, didn't ask further questions and took the folder before getting out of the car and walking into the alley.
Once she was out of sight, the man looked back into the rearview mirror, "Have the farm prepared in advance, and take Lucy straight there on Friday."
Thomas Chapman nodded quickly in agreement, "Understood, Sir."
It must be said, Sir is really putting in a lot of effort to treat Miss Ansley, even planning to take her to the farm to relax.
...
Lucy Ansley got home and had just opened the door when the fluffy Anna ran over to her feet, whining and rubbing against her.
