Cora Ginger's eyes were filled with irresistible happiness: "Great, great, it's wonderful that you agreed to come to my house and play!"
Isabella Weaver's heart sank.
Just a visit to her house, is it worth being so happy about?
Isabella Weaver's face didn't show any unusual emotion, she said softly: "Then let's settle it, tomorrow at noon, I'll go to your house for lunch."
Cora Ginger happily nodded, chirping and discussing the dishes she liked, saying she would have the chef prepare them for her tomorrow noon.
She was still lively and cheerful as before, with a hint of boldness, yet she didn't make people dislike her, only made them feel she was sincere and genuine.
After lunch, she quickly left, without entangling Isabella Weaver any further.
Isabella Weaver watched her back, the smile on her face faded away: "Grace Watt, tonight pick a few alert bodyguards to accompany me to the Barnes Family tomorrow noon."
"Yes, Young Madam."
