Emma grabbed his arm and anxiously spoke.
This was her issue, she couldn't just leave it all to him as if nothing had happened.
If they had to face it, they had to face it together!
"Alright, I'll take you there." Harrison didn't argue with her, softly opening his lips.
Upon hearing this, Emma immediately crawled out from under the quilt, opened the wardrobe, took out a jacket, draped it over herself, and obediently walked to Harrison's side, holding his hand.
Together, the two left the apartment.
"CEO, I've already called the Lawrence Family, and Amelia is not at the Lawrence Family Villa. She's currently at a Spa Club, soaking in the hot springs," the assistant rushed over with the information.
Harrison opened the car door, ushering Emma inside.
Gazing icily ahead, his thin lips slightly parted.
"To the Spa Club!"
The assistant didn't dare to question further, quickly starting the car and driving towards the clubhouse.
