As night fell, a convoy left Oaken Manor.
With a bodyguard car at either end and a stretch limousine in the middle, the convoy did not enter Aitland City. Instead, it skirted the outskirts and headed in another direction.
Inside the limousine, Qin Ran watched Ann Latrich Oaken file off her red nail polish across from him, while refining his plan in his mind: use the guests at tonight's banquet as "witnesses" and take the Statue of Sister Reed to Aitland City Library.
"This is so annoying. At this rate, my nails will be completely ruined!"
Ann Latrich Oaken complained.
Qin Ran remained silent.
When he had returned at noon, she had been enthusiastically painting her nails. She could not possibly have forgotten tonight's banquet, yet she had done it anyway. She had only herself to blame.
So Qin Ran had no intention of responding to complaints like that.
Of course, there was also his plan for tonight.
They had only spent a short time together, but Qin Ran already understood Ann Latrich Oaken all too well.
And everything unfolded just as he had expected.
While Qin Ran remained silent, Ann Latrich Oaken slipped her stockinged right foot out of the plain leather flat she had just changed into. Then she extended her long leg, reaching her toes toward his knee.
Although the limousine offered far more room than an ordinary car, that space kept shrinking as Ann Latrich Oaken stretched out her leg.
In such cramped quarters, Qin Ran had little room to dodge.
Unless he jumped out of the car.
But as her temporary bodyguard, Qin Ran could never leave her side.
Just as he could never allow Ann Latrich Oaken to touch his knee with her toes.
Not only because of his plan, but also because it