Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right by PASSION

Mercer’s gaze settled on Domenic.

His look was icy, yet calm.

Underneath, he had on a crisp white shirt, while a sharp business Waistcoat adorned his exterior.

His hands, with distinct joints, gripped the cigarette, showing the confident air of a successful businessman.

“Domenic, are you seeing someone currently?” Mercer asked, his voice tinged with nervousness.

As Domenic’s stare turned cold, Arturo gave Mercer a meaningful glance.

“I’d recommend not pushing too hard.

If you manage to upset this guy, you might find yourself banned in your industry!”

Mercer quickly covered his mouth.

“Arturo, you’re unusually talkative today.

Did some woman dump you?”

Domenic glanced at Arturo.

Arturo’s brows gave a little raise, and he chuckled, “How in the world could that happen? No woman has the power to dump me.

”

to his obviously fake smile with a chilly, insulting

please a girl,” said Mercer, lounging back on the sofa, arms dr@ped over

driven

about being right or wrong; they care about your

spoke like an

inhaled from his cigarette, squinting at

you have

out a

“Alright,

work their magic! As they say, love needs to be

face, kick things off by showering her

intelligent, generous

”

found these words were

a look with

two, get closer to them at the right

them between you and the wall or lean

with

word, lean in for a ki*s that leaves her feeling

money on her! No girl can say no to

financial capability; it’s also a way to demonstrate how deeply you

definitely

crossed his arms, he

on