Claud Laurence interrupted Alice Robinson's thoughts when she was pondering Chester Robinson's words―the day of the wedding would surely be sunny.
Alice turned around and sat down on the sofa in the room.
Claud Laurence sat on the armrest of the sofa, holding a finance magazine he often flipped through when idle. He closed the magazine and said, "The documents should be ready soon, you don't need to worry too much."
Yes, all their passports and documents were with Chester Robinson; to leave, she needed those documents.
Claud Laurence had already sent people to the relevant departments at top speed to reissue these documents or apply for identification by claiming they were lost, but the documents weren't ready yet—they'd be done by afternoon at the earliest.
"Thank you for helping me like this," Alice once again offered her gratitude.
Claud Laurence shook his head with a warm smile, as gentle and warm as the sunlight outside, "You're always so polite with me."
