Tim Season suddenly stopped and looked back at the waiter pushing the cart away.
Tilting his head, he frowned.
"Strange."
Tim Season mumbled to himself, but then looked at the dress in his hand and lost interest in the waiter.
He was more curious about who the girl was that made Ashton Marshall serious.
After all, he took on a billion-dollar project just to deliver the dress to the girl, wanting to meet her, say a few words, and find out what kind of girl she was.
After all, the fact that she made the usually aloof Third Young Master Marshall pay attention, and even compete for someone else's fiancée, was... quite intriguing.
Thinking of this, Tim Season quickened his pace and headed to the room number sent by Ashton Marshall.
Outside the door, Tim Season knocked several times, but there was no response.
"This isn't right, wasn't he supposed to be waiting in the room?"
Tim Season knocked several more times, still with no response.
