Chloe Marshall nodded and followed him to greet Quentin Grant.
Quentin Grant was wearing a black trench coat, matching pants, and a pair of black leather shoes.
"Young Master Grant, didn't you say you weren't coming?"
Quentin Grant sat down. "I was a little bored at home alone, so I thought I'd come."
Ethan Ellsworth let out a meaningful "Oh." "Life alone just isn't as good as life with someone else, is it?"
Quentin Grant didn't deny it. "Weren't we supposed to be having a barbecue? Why haven't we started?"
"Just a minute. Someone else is supposed to come. We'll see if Young Master Hawthorne shows up."
The two of them chatted idly. Before long, the doorbell rang.
Quentin Grant got up to open the door. Chloe Marshall, feeling a little nervous, glanced at Ethan Ellsworth.
Ethan Ellsworth gave her a reassuring wave.
Nora Ainsworth stood at the entrance. Hearing the footsteps on the other side of the door, she stiffened.
