He stood up, grabbed the coat hanging on the chair, and said, "I'll take you."
Serena Sullivan paused, smiled, and replied, "No need, Finn Chandler has arranged someone to pick me up."
The name "Finn Chandler" seemed to hit Ethan Grant's strained nerves, causing them to snap. His eyes grew intensely cold as he glared at Serena Sullivan, his thin lips parted, and a chilly, angry voice followed.
"Finn Chandler!"
"When did it become his turn to handle my affairs!"
"Moreover, you took leave, did I agree to that?"
The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and Serena Sullivan's smile stiffened as she looked at Ethan Grant's icy expression. Ethan didn't like Finn Chandler; Finn Chandler couldn't stand Ethan Grant. These two hadn't gotten along for four years.
One was a longtime friend, the other was the man she put all her effort into loving.
Back then, Serena was caught in the middle, often finding it difficult.
