Sebastian Prescott watched her buckle her seatbelt and restarted the car.
Without asking her destination, the car drove for more than ten minutes, stopping at a Chinese restaurant they had visited before.
Sebastian glanced at her and noticed her montary daze. He asked, "Not hungry? Let’s eat first."
It was already almost two o’clock, past lunchti.
Hungry, definitely hungry.
Sienna Monroe nodded gently.
The two of them went inside, sitting at the sa place as last ti.
Sienna ordered two dishes they had enjoyed before and added two more they hadn’t tried.
Sebastian added a soup.
Once the waiter left, the table fell silent for about half a minute.
Sebastian was the one who broke the silence before it turned awkward.
His tone was indifferent, still in that aloof manner, "Although Caleb Sinclair was given a week to execute, with the New Year approaching,
so storefront property transfers might be delayed until after the New Year.
If delayed, things might change; I suggest you sign the transfer agreent within this week, and deal with the paperwork after the New Year.
Regarding other matters, within this week, you can have them make two trips to the bank to resolve it, and you just need to check tily on your end."
He paused for a mont, "Also, there’s one important thing I need to remind you of. Vivian Nash’s assets and property, as well as vehicles, can be requested for return."
Sienna lifted her eyes to look at him.
This matter was sothing she had rembered all along; however, the divorce case with Caleb Sinclair was urgent, so she had set it aside for now.
Now the marriage was over, it was indeed ti to settle accounts with Vivian Nash.
"With the year-end approaching, the court might..."
Sebastian understood her aning, "I’ll draft a complaint to submit first. Once it’s filed, the rest will be simple."
"Okay." Sienna agreed, then added, "Thank you."
Sebastian glanced at her, poured a cup of tea and pushed it over without saying anything.
The al was consud in continued silence.
Since Sienna paid the bill this ti, Sebastian seed to notice her intent to express gratitude, so he didn’t object or try to grab the bill.
After walking out of the restaurant, Sebastian asked her, "Going to the art museum?"
Sienna shook her head, "Heading back to The Left Bank Courtyard."
"Let’s go." Sebastian lifted his wrist to glance at the ti, "I need to return as well, I have a video eting at four-thirty, and the materials are at ho."
Sienna opened her mouth slightly without hesitating, nodded and responded, "Okay."
Half an hour later, the car drove into the underground parking lot of The Left Bank Courtyard.
Upon taking the elevator to the first floor, she stepped out intending to retrieve a package, only to unexpectedly spot a graceful figure in a crimson qipao standing in the butler reception area.
Apparently communicating with the butler about sothing.
Sienna paused, slightly stunned.
Before she could react, Ivy raised her eyes slightly, noticing her and Sebastian just stepping out of the elevator.
The two of them exchanged looks at a distance of seven or eight ters and froze.
"Director Monroe?" Ivy looked at her in surprise.
"Ivy?" Sienna took two steps forward, her expression now composed, curiously asked, "How are you here? Staying here?"
Ivy’s eyes shifted behind her, settling on the tall and straight figure, softly said, "I’m here for him."
Sienna turned back, her gaze rested on Sebastian, sowhat surprised.
Sebastian stood beside her, slightly furrowing his brows, gazing at Ivy, his expression unreadable.
Yet, his tone remained indifferent, "What brings you here?"
Ivy seed accustod to his aloofness, smiling and raising the thermal container in her hands.
Her voice soft and gentle, "I made so Western pastries, learned from Orlano. I visited your ho this morning; your mother liked them quite a bit, so I thought to bring so for you to try.
I went to the law firm, but the reception said you weren’t there and wouldn’t disclose your schedule, so I ca here to wait for you."
Sienna’s expression revealed surprise again.
She hadn’t expected Ivy and Sebastian to know each other, and seed quite familiar and close...
Feeling her gaze, Sebastian turned his head towards her, "Do you know her?"
Sienna nodded sowhat blankly, "Yes. Miss Ivy is hosting a personal exhibition at Serena Art Museum after the New Year."
Ivy was surprised too, "You know each other too?"
Sienna considered for a mont and casually explained, "Lawyer Prescott is my attorney."
Ivy realized, a trace of worry appeared on her face, her voice gentle, filled with concern, "Is Director Monroe entangled in so issue? Is it serious?"
Since eting her, Sienna had maintained a high level of vigilance towards her.
But the matter of the divorce with Caleb Sinclair was not sothing she intended to hide.
There was no need to hide.
It would be known to everyone sooner or later, so discussing it now made no difference.
She replied, "Divorce case."
Ivy showed surprise once again, "Divorce? You and your husband... so the reports were true? It’s also good, with those circumstances... divorce is appropriate.
Sorry, last ti I said your husband must love you, your relationship must be good; I didn’t expect... I’m sorry."
She seed montarily unsure how to console Sienna.
A trace of regret and resentnt showed on her expression.
Ultimately, she hesitated and said, "Director Monroe... don’t be too upset."
"It’s fine."
Sienna gave a faint smile, without much explanation, her gaze calm, yet unfathomable.
Ivy didn’t continue the topic, fearing to touch upon her sorrow, she then asked with a smile, "Why is Director Monroe at The Left Bank Courtyard?"
Her tone remained soft and gentle, not carrying any unpleasant or sharp emotions.
Just as when she ntioned premonition dreams in the restaurant last ti.
Cordial and polite, advancing and retreating properly, without causing aversion.
Sienna t her gaze, returning a gentle smile, "I live here."
"I see."
"You two chat, I’ll just grab a package."
Sienna realized Ivy had sothing to say to Sebastian, so she didn’t plan to linger.
Nodded slightly to her, also gesturing to Sebastian, then went to the butler reception area to collect two packages.
One was a large box, the other smaller.
After confirming, the butler helped her register and place the boxes in the elevator.
When she turned around to walk towards the elevator, Ivy asked if she needed help.
Sienna looked at her gentle and beautifully refined face, lightly shaking her head, "No need. It’s not that heavy actually."
Saying that, she suddenly asked a seemingly random question, "Miss Ivy, since returning, have you had any more premonition dreams?"
Ivy paused, t her gaze, and slowly smiled, "Why ask suddenly?"
Sienna smiled too, "Just the first ti hearing such a concept, finds it sowhat magical."
"Did you have one too?"
Sienna ambiguously replied, "Perhaps. You guys chat, I’ll head up first. Another day, I’ll invite you over for tea."
Ivy nodded with a pleased smile, "Alright. It’s a date."
As she passed by Sebastian, Sienna gave a gentle and courteous nod and strode into the elevator.
Sebastian slightly lowered his gaze, gave her a deep look but said nothing.
Standing inside the elevator, she turned to face the hall direction, gazing at his tall and straight silhouette like pine and bamboo.
As the elevator doors were about to close, she faintly heard Sebastian ntion a na.
Claire Grant.
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