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LXX. The Big Talk
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2022-01-06 22:47:50She is always a cold lady at the sight of those who don't know her. But before Ethan could even know her name, he had already fallen in love with her. His stares are shooting heart-shaped sparkles while watching her taking steps down the stairs. Her black suit and sparkling loop earrings bring a fierceness of the tigress with her sharp eyes. His friends are already stepping back while she is getting near them.
"Are you the next clients of this mansion?" she asked.
None of the younger men could respond. Even Ethan was speechless that the beauty he wanted to meet again is standing in front of him. He knows that his friends are already blaring in red because of the shame that they have to stand at the main doors. But Ethan only stayed and prompted his friends to not leave him.
Seeing that these people are probably aiming to waste her time, she glanced at her wristwatch and ignored them as she walked past them. But Ethan called her for a minute.
"Can I ta
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