Rhona fought back her disgust and recorded for another ten-or-so minutes before finally turning off her phone and ducking away to the side.
That night, Riley Perry and Rhona were lying in bed chatting. Around ten o'clock, there was a knock at the door.
"Who could that be so late? I'll get the door," Rhona asked, puzzled.
Riley Perry didn't have time to stop her; the girl had already dashed out. The moment the door opened, she was dumbfounded. The man standing there was tall and handsome, a smile on his face. Dressed in light-colored casual wear, he looked several years younger, like a recent college graduate. 'Ahhhh, the man in front of me is just too handsome!'
"M-Mr. Sinclair..."
Eric Sinclair nodded at Rhona, his smile never faltering. "Thank you. And her?"
"Ah, Ria's in her room. Ria!"
