Since she said it like that, Janelle Mills was at ease. It seems age is not an issue.

The mother and daughter walked out of the hotel. Janelle originally planned to call for a taxi with her phone, but to her surprise, Sister Sterling pressed the car key in her hand gently, and the door of a silver Bentley not far away opened.

"..." Janelle’s steps paused, and she turned her eyes to look at her in astonishment.

"Let’s go!"

Carlotta Sterling held onto her nearly million-dollar handbag, swayed her hips, and walked toward the car!

The girl snapped back to reality and quickly followed, "Whose car is this?"

"Mine!" Carlotta sat in the driver’s seat and opened the car door, "Get in, sweetheart!" She had a strong premonition that Janelle would definitely be impressed by the charming Julian Hawthorne.

Wearing a purple dress, Janelle Mills sat in the passenger seat. She fastened her seatbelt and opened WeChat to share her location with Trevor.

But she was the only one at the location for ages.

What’s going on?

She edited a message and sent it over, reminding him: I’m heading out with my mom now, quickly share your location, waiting for your rescue.

After sending it, she looked out at the scenery, still holding onto her phone, waiting for a reply.

The car drove forward.

Carlotta Sterling occasionally glanced at her daughter, "Who were you messaging just now? What did you write?" A bit curious, but didn’t want to pry too much.

"Nothing much, just commented on a friend’s WeChat moments."

Carlotta wasn’t suspicious of her daughter’s fib.

Because she thought, as long as her daughter agreed to meet Julian Hawthorne, everything would be fine!

Perhaps her daughter would fall for him at first sight, even if not, as long as she’s not averse at first glance, there’s still a chance in the future!

Thinking about it, Carlotta’s lips curled into an uncontrollable smile.

Janelle also glanced at her, as the phone in her hand chimed with a message notification. She quickly opened it to see a message from Trevor.

She hurriedly turned their chat to silent mode, afraid her mom would notice their back-and-forth communication.

Trevor sent her an emoji, with two words: Okay.

The emoji was quite cute, it was a very adorable little bunny.

Looking at the bunny, Janelle’s heart felt warm and she couldn’t help but want to smile, but she held it in.

Trevor must be someone with a soft heart, right?

A cool and aloof CEO paired with a cute emoji, how interesting.

The early winter morning, the wind blowing through the window was a bit chilly.

The hotel was built around the lake, so the lakeside greenery was particularly good, and the air was filled with the scent of lake water, grass, and trees.

The wind brushed past Janelle’s eyes, face, and hair, and she suddenly noticed Trevor had joined the location sharing, filling her with joy.

He’s not far from her, regardless of what he’s doing, as long as he’s agreed to come, he’ll arrive soon, right?

With Trevor to rescue her, is there any fear of the blind date?

She just wants to bring the person she likes to her mother! People only live once, and a marriage can’t be settled for!

Janelle’s lips lifted slightly as she looked out at the scenery, the weight in her heart completely eased.

Although the Hawthorne family in Riventhal is low-key, their wealth is on par with the Dalton family.

Mrs. Hawthorne is a woman blessed by love, living a leisurely and elegant life every day; she especially enjoys planting and nurturing flowers.

Indeed, the garden of her son’s private villa is filled with the world’s top ten most expensive rose varieties, each blooming magnificently in different seasons.

Early winter, under the beautiful morning light.

Julian Hawthorne, wearing a limited edition handcrafted shirt, was in the garden. He held scissors, helping his mother trim the rose branches, as if caring for children.

The action was truly skilled, showing he is also a man who loves life.

The vast expanse of roses was stunning and elegant, both delicate and passionate.

Amid this beauty, not a single person could feel troubled.