Evan Caldwell waved his arms at Seth Sinclair. "Seth! Master Seth!"
Seth Sinclair narrowed his eyes, walking over at an unhurried pace.
Lianne glanced at the staff member behind him, who was carrying a folding chair and hot coffee, and fell silent.
Here to relax and enjoy himself.
Anyone who didn't know better would think he was here for an inspection, not to ski.
Quinn Preston looked at Seth Sinclair and said, "The resort doesn't have any instructors today. You can help teach Lianne."
Hearing this, Seth Sinclair glanced at Lianne out of the corner of his eye. His tone was indifferent. "You don't know how to ski?"
Lianne, believing there was no shame in admitting what she didn't know, answered frankly, "I don't."
"Seth here has been skiing since he was four. Let him teach you, and I guarantee you'll get the hang of it," Evan Caldwell said to Lianne, his tone like an older brother coaxing his sister.
Seth Sinclair said, "Who said I was going to teach her?"
