Kruz:

Why does this sound so familiar?

It felt like he'd said the exact same thing before, and then ended up loving it.

He coughed and said, "I gotta go, I'm at the airport now."

"Hey, wait a sec." Ethan's voice came through the phone. "Can you bring me back some peach blossom pastries?"

"With so many servants at home, can't you ask one of them? Why do I have to do it?"

"Are you gonna bring them or not? If not, I'll tell Mom about that sports car you've been hiding-"

"Fine, I'll bring them!"

Kruz spat out the words through gritted teeth before hanging up, feeling like he was at the bottom of the food chain!

...

Lone Island.

The Falcone family.

Ethan stared at the phone for a moment, then opened up Connor's social media.

a post every other day, all

want to devour you along

the world when seeing

hair strands are wired

kind of girl, looked at these sickly sweet

and fierce, with top-notch racing skills, capable of knocking down a strong man with one punch? Hmph, she knew he was exaggerating. This kind of woman doesn't deserve to be her Flora. She's just like that

knock on the door interrupted her thoughts, followed by a

opening the door to leave. "What's she

servant replied respectfully, "Ms. Abbey is heading to Austenberg for a medical conference, so

...

Kruz, Flora returned to the Irving family,

car, she received a video

on the ground, humiliated, looking at the camera and apologizing, "Flora, I'm sorry..." "Louder,"

Orla screamed in

words, she started to cry, "I was wrong, 1

full two minutes. Flora propped her chin on her hand and watched

bother hiding Orla. The medical organization already knew, and to be precise, all the connected forces on the internet were

medical organization do

Who else could casually bring out several boxes of

medical organization wouldn't dare

forces were guessing whether Club 257 had connections with a family on Lone Island. For now they were both respectful and fearful

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