Summer Thorne couldn't quite figure it out at the moment, but it was impossible to ask Timothy York now. She could only change her clothes, touch up her makeup, and head back downstairs.
Unexpectedly, the elevator doors slid open right in front of her. Summer Thorne was about to step inside when she froze, seeing the person within.
Inside the elevator, Felix York slowly lifted his gaze. The moment he saw Summer Thorne, a smile touched his lips, but behind his cold glasses, his eyes held no trace of amusement.
"Miss Thorne. What a coincidence."
Summer Thorne stood outside the elevator, unmoving.
It was a coincidence, and yet it wasn't.
Although Felix York had been exiled to Tinford and was normally not allowed to be in Valois, on a day like Mr. York's eightieth birthday, he was bound to show up.
