At six in the morning, sunlight streamed into the car. Charlotte nestled under Griffith's suit, sleeping soundly, having forgotten about Ava.Meanwhile, Ava had come out of the exit, stretching lazily and yawning. Her neck still had a pillow mark, and her eyes were red.She scanned the crowd waiting at the arrival gate for her bestie. Suddenly, a conspicuous figure caught her attention.Waiting among the crowd was Griffith, standing at the very front. Those around him consciously avoided him.Ava, looking over, met Griffith's icy gaze and became startled.She blinked, attempting to evade Griffith's gaze while blending into the crowd. For some reason, his gaze remained fixed on her. She lowered her head and reached the exit.Suddenly, a pair of men's shoes entered her sight.She looked up and smiled mirthlessly. "Good morning, Mr. Wilson."Griffith had only slept for half the night, so his complexion was far from ideal. It was his first-ever pick-up, so he wasn't too familiar wi
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