Chapter 91

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Mr. Ronan!" Ronan and Lyra simultaneously stopped in their tracks and looked toward the source of the voice. A stylishly dressed woman hurriedly ran out from a jewelry store.

"So coincidental! Mr. Ronan, you're here too?" The woman stopped in front of Ronan.

Ronan looked at the woman somewhat absentmindedly, taking several seconds to recall that she was a young model he had played with before.

What was her name again?

Ronan couldn't remember.

He subconsciously nodded, "Uh, just wandering around."

Torin lightly curled his lips and asked, "Mr. Ronan, is this your friend?"

Ronan furrowed his brows, wondering what this damn fox was scheming. He hadn't engaged in such activities outside for eight hundred years!

Unfortunately, due to too many past indiscretions, the dead fox had caught some evidence.

As expected, Torin lightly chuckled, insinuating, "Mr. Ronan has good social skills; you can encounter your friends even in the United States, huh!"

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