"By the way, miss, Madam mentioned there's an important banquet tomorrow evening, and she would like you to accompany her."
"Hmm?" Eva Nightingale furrowed her brows. As usual, wherever Eliana Beckett went, she would take Eva along, and this time was no exception.
*
The next day, the banquet was held at a city luxury hotel.
Eva Nightingale donned her evening gown and headed downstairs.
Sebastian Yansford was already waiting for her by the luxury car.
The man wore a black suit, perfectly tailored and fitting, his tall and upright stature exuded a sense of security.
With a playful smile, he looked at the petite woman in front of him: "Eva, you're stunning tonight!"
Eva Nightingale: "Uncle, when did you start becoming so glib?"
"Is it glib talk? I'm just stating the truth!" Sebastian Yansford said, reaching out to take her small hand and helping her into the car, "Let's go."
In the car.
The driver drove while Sebastian and Eva sat in the back.
