"Julian, what's wrong?" Ella Lacey asked, puzzled.
"Aunt Ella, I'm leaving now. Thank you so much for your gracious hospitality today." Julian Johnsons maintained his gentlemanly demeanor.
"You're too kind." Ella Lacey particularly liked his style, cool and polite, without a hint of awkwardness.
They walked into the living room.
Julian Johnsons walked beside Isabella Lindsey, like a lofty King, commanding as if he was taking his queen on an outing, he said with extraordinary presence, "Come with me."
"Where to?" Isabella Lindsey was displeased.
"Home," Julian Johnsons replied with a devilish smile.
"This is my home," Isabella Lindsey lowered her gaze.
"Is it?"
Julian cunningly continued, "I gave you a day of freedom, and it's still not enough, hmm?"
"What are you guys talking about?" Ella Lacey, as part of the clueless crowd, expressed her confusion.
However.
The next second.
She saw her daughter obediently following behind Julian Johnsons, heading towards the outside.
