The call was from Malcom Owens, confirming the styling appointment for Sara Lang.
Arabella Vanderbilt hesitated for a moment before saying directly, "You arrive at the club at seven."
Malcom Owens paused, "The banquet starts at seven, right? If I arrive at seven, it'll be too late, especially considering Sara Lang... I need at least twenty minutes at the fastest."
Arabella Vanderbilt chuckled, a glimmer of cleverness in her eyes, "You'll make it."
Malcom Owens didn't hesitate further, simply responded "OK" and hung up.
Sara Lang might have overheard their conversation and started getting nervous again.
"Why wait until after seven... It's not good to be late..."
Arabella Vanderbilt turned to look at her, her eyes glistening like glassworks with stunning brilliance.
"Sara, you can't always play by the rules."
"..." Sara Lang tugged at her lips.
Is she being taught to be a bad kid?
"But being late for the banquet, surely someone will be unhappy."
