I didn't care about the dance party, I just wanted to see Sarah Anderson.
It was evening.
A Bentley from Sterling City pulled up at the door.
Sarah Anderson rolled down the window and waved at me.
I hurriedly ran to the car.
"Get in," Sarah Anderson winked.
I climbed into the car and sat next to Sarah Anderson.
Maybe it was the balmy weather, but a blush spread across Sarah Anderson's cheeks, making her even more captivating under the moonlight.
I stared at Sarah Anderson, utterly spellbound.
"Have you had enough?" Sarah Anderson playfully smacked my head.
I finally snapped out of it, wiping my nose awkwardly.
"I have some good news for you," Sarah Anderson said.
"What?" I asked quickly.
Sarah Anderson chuckled, "Recently, the Roberts family's products market share in Crestwood has been steadily declining. In just a few days, it has fallen by nearly ten percent."
"I suspect it won't be long before Walter Roberts comes to you," Sarah Anderson smirked.
