"Sir, maybe we should go help Miss Richards," Kenneth said urgently as the divider rose, ignoring the fact that he might be scolded.
Michael wasn’t as bold as Kenneth, but he still mumbled in agreement. It just didn’t feel right leaving her sitting there like that, surrounded by strangers.
Julian lifted his eyelids and shot them a half-interested glance. "If you're going to help, just go. Don’t make me sound like some heartless villain."
That was a yes.
Kenneth turned the car around.
But before they could drive over to Claire, a white BMW zipped in and stopped right beside her.
A woman stepped out, dressed sharply in a bold red suit—black shirt beneath, clean-cut pants, looking like she meant business and wasn’t here to waste time.
She stormed up to Claire. “What’s w
