He took the other's hand, pulled it some distance, then pushed it aside.
Turning her head, she saw Anne Jenner holding her bag, merging with the flow of people going outside, her skirt fluttering in the footsteps, beside her was Dominich Filbertt, the two were chatting.
Edward Mitchell stood up, didn't even glance at Isabella Samuel, but quickly chased after.
Isabella Samuel frowned, grabbed his arm, "Edward Mitchell!"
She was worried, her voice also higher than usual.
"Who are you?" Edward Mitchell withdrew his hand, his expression extremely cold.
Isabella Samuel was stunned for a second.
"I, I'm Samuel, didn't you come pick me up today?" Isabella Samuel's eyes widened, a little bewildered, Edward Mitchell narrowed his eyes, "Ah? Samuel, tomorrow I will send a driver to pick you up, not today, my parents will be at home tomorrow waiting for you, congratulations New Year, Miss Samuel."
Finished speaking.
Edward Mitchell strode after the black figure that was slowly getting away.
Anne
