"Ms. Sandy, our parties are top-notch and super private. That's why all the ladies have to wear blindfolds when they get into the car."
"Are you kidding me? What if it messes up my makeup? What on earth were you guys thinking? I don’t care; I’m not used to wearing such things. Besides, who could possibly remember your route?"
Sandy’s temper always made her a handful, but the driver just smiled and said, "Ms. Sandy, being invited to this event means you're a well-known socialite, and your status is undoubtedly prestigious. We understand, and if you prefer not to wear a blindfold, we'll just black out the windows instead."
"That's more like it!"
Sandy pulled Sophie into the car.
Only then did Sophie notice that the car’s windows were modified so no one could see in or out.
These organizers had thought of everything.
Sophie wanted to check if Odie's team was following them, but that seemed impossible under the circumstances.
However, Sophie wasn’t too worried. Even if their team couldn't follow, Odie would’ve likely informed the hotel hosting the dinner to ensure her safety as much as possible.
She just hoped Odie wouldn’t get played.
He probably wouldn’t...
"This is so boring. How much longer till we get there?"
Sandy grumbled from beside her.
Considering how tiny Summerfield’s city center was, were they really heading to the suburbs?
Since arriving in Summerfield, trips to and from the fancy spots never took more than fifteen minutes. Now, more than ten minutes had passed, and they still hadn’t stopped.
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