With her eyes wide open, Danica gaped in shock.

At the same time, the sound of her car door being slammed came through, followed by the man's angry shout. "Do you really know how to drive? Are you f*cking blind? Didn't you see the red light?" "Are your eyes just for decoration? Don't drag me along if you're going to die. God! What rotten luck!"

"Open the door! You must pay for this. Can't you see that my leg is hurt? Don't be a coward! Or do you want to go to the police station?

"Can't you hear me? Open the door!"

As the car window pulled down slowly and Danica slowly turned her head around, her eyes dilated in shock. As their eyes met, she gasped.

What doppelganger is this!

The body shape, face... How could he resemble Frederick so much?!

"What are you gawking at? Haven't you met a goodlooking guy before? Oh, a pretty girl driving a million-dollar Ferrari and ramming into other people. Tell me you're not bailing on me?"

Lounging against the window, the man held out his hand. Though behaving flippantly, he was dressed in business formal, which made him looked more chic than dapper. What he wore were obviously branded goods.

"My pants are torn, and my arm is bleeding! That'll be a hundred thousand dollars. And that's even been discounted for you."

As he spoke, his lips appeared uneven. Though good-looking facially, he lacked refinement, let alone displaying erudition and a strong presence. As much as he really looked identical to Frederick, Danica did not have a good impression of him.

The facial features and shapes of these two were just strikingly similar. If only his eyes were blue and he had remained silent, dressing him would...

up for two hundred thousand!" Upon learning that her parents had safely arrived at their destination and everything

field work, she called Waverly to thank her for the

the time Waverly reached the cafe, Alicia had already ordered plenty of food. Looking at the amount of food, Waverly looked at Alicia, puzzled. "Chocolate cake, shrimp balls, fried calamari, ice cream... Alicia, aren't you afraid of putting on

Waverly, stop questioning why all the food ordered and what- nots. Just be my guess. You've done me a huge favor. If it weren't for the fact that you hadn't been free tonight, I'd have treated you to whatever

To Alicia,

order whatever you like. There's no need to be

the two hadn't known each other, Alicia wouldn't have been able to carry out the plan even if she had thought about it. Now, regardless of the result of the Western City bid, Alicia felt indebted to Waverly and thankful from the bottom of her

a good person, so

her and even gave her advice the last time,

coffee, fruit and

better through their conversation. They even had a common conversation topic

Didn't you mention that your major is accounting? You are certainly good with computers, but why didn't you study about computing?" With her lips pursed, Waverly smiled

computers, and my father did hope for me to study computing. He'd tell me everyday that the Pitcher family owns a high-tech firm, and that my expertise in computers could be of use to them, hence making us a perfect match! Like, seriously?

met that man before, and I don't even know what he looks like. I didn't apply for computer science but studied

because of my boyfriend..."

have to do

now with Frederick in the management -these two fields were also unrelated in so many ways. Alicia had more questions as she studied

but only for me to find out that his family is in the electronic products business and owns a company. So I was thinking to myself that I could never escape from anything related to computers. And when I was studying accounting, I used to do all kinds of calculations. The machines and software were already obsolete, forcing me to find a way to expedite the calculation process and

was all earnest and unpretentious as she shared

many designs for them and introduce me to them. So, I eventually found myself a

her. In fact, Waverly was really good at what she did. Maybe

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