Grace Gordon nodded and smiled lightly: "Okay...I'll wait for you in the car!"
Vince Wilson walked towards the distance, holding his cellphone... covering his lips, he made a call as if speaking very secretly.
Grace knew Vince... he must be having someone check on Roger Lowe!
The night breeze blew gently...it was exceptionally refreshing.
Grace was in a great mood, everything was going smoothly, she had been worried... what if Vince hadn't recognized Roger Lowe, or hadn't looked in his direction because of what she said.
"Don't touch me! Let me go! I'm not going... I said I'm not selling myself! I'm just accompanying for drinks!"
The wind carried a woman's voice.
Grace furrowed her eyebrows, the voice was somewhat familiar.