Impossible!Sara thought inwardly as she gripped the steering wheel of the car she was in tightly.The Bolton family was the overlord of Riverdale, their authority absolute.For its patriarch, Caleb Bolton, to act so respectfully towards Alistair was unimaginable.There was no way what she was seeing was real.If she weren't so far away, she would've reached out and wrenched the man around herself, just to see if it really was him. Noticing Sara's sudden stop and her stunned expression, Tristan asked worriedly. “Sara, you okay?... You look like you've seen a ghost.” Recalling she wasn't alone, Sara quickly turned to Tristan, her breathing uneven. “Did you see that?”“See what?” Tristan asked with a raised brow.“Look in your rearview mirror. The person across from Mr. Bolton… is that Alistair?”Sara's voice was urgent, tinged with slight panic. Tristan frowned, then glanced at the rearview mirror, but saw nothing.He asked suspiciously. “Sara, are you seeing things? It's empty.”He

Finding herself at a crossroads, Sara had no intention of leaving the gates of the Bolton residence without achieving something.So, gritting her teeth, she boldly pushed past the guards. “Mr. Donald, just give me a chance to explain, please.”Donald paused briefly before glancing back at her.Seeing an opportunity, she continued, her tone laced with desperation. “I know what I did was wrong and I wouldn't have done this if this meeting wasn't important. All I need is just a few minutes with Mr. Bolton and his guest, I'm sure they won't be disappointed with my business offer. If that can't happen, then at the very least, let me get their contact information. Please, just do this for me and I will never forget your kindness.”Sara knew she was taking a reckless gamble, succeed or perish, there was no in-between. But she had no other choice. Donald sneered. “You are quite the opportunist, Ms. Connor. You somehow managed to learn about my father's private business. You know I can punis