Desmond Clarke kept his eyes glued to the exit. The moment he saw that familiar figure, he immediately stopped his subordinates from fanning him and swiftly ran to the front. He moved with remarkable agility despite being chubby.
With great attentiveness, he stepped forward to take Dalton's suitcase and greeted him enthusiastically," Mr. Yarwood, you've finally arrived. Would you like to rest at the hotel first after such a long ride?"
Dalton raised an eyebrow at Desmond's sudden appearance.@@novelbin@@
Wynter was looking at Desmond as well. "Did you arrange this?"