Chapter 9: Have We Met Somewhere Before?

After the pastries arrived, she went to look for the man who had asked her to buy them. “Sir, the pastries are here.”

The man holding a glass of wine in his hand looked at her carefully. Her long hair was pulled back into a bun, but because she had been busy, it hung loosely behind her head. A lot of strands had broken free and the bun looked

messy.

She wasn’t wearing makeup, had a small face, and her skin had tanned in the sun, but her eyes were big and bright.

She wore a loose round-neck T-shirt, denim pants, and canvas shoes. There was really nothing fancy about her.

Truthfully, she wasn’t his type, but that meant she was refreshing.

And how was she refreshing?

Naturally, it was because she was a poor woman.

“OK, I’m satisfied. Wait here.”

Then he went to call Spencer.

If his friend liked a woman, he would send her to them.

Alva didn’t know why the man was asking her to wait, but she wondered if he wanted to tip her for doing such a good job. With that thought in mind, she stood there and waited.

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The man walked up to Spencer and pointed at Alva, who seemed out of place at this party. “Hey, there’s that lady you like.”

now holding a thin model and locking lips with her.

his friend’s words and immediately let go of the model

their direction. He could only see the

approached her.

called out unhappily, “Mr. Nash!”

path, “Oh dear. Little temptress, your Mr. Nash is now into older women. Why don’t you play with

leaned over and pouted, “I, Betty, will take you up on

drew closer to Alva to get

was startled by his sudden appearance, “You…”

we met somewhere before?”

interrupted her. He looked inquiringly

head, “No, sir.

thin. He didn’t look like a very prominent figure, but

didn’t know any rich people

“Sir, I’m

couples in every corner at this party. Some kissed boldly in public, and others still were

not a good place. She had to

turned to leave after she finished speaking.

out into the sunlight, he reached an epiphany. He clapped his

Spencer ignored them and immediately pulled out his cell phone and ran

the studio

in a chair with a glass

He wore a black shirt

man’s mouth slanted upward. His legs were crossed,

as a good friend, I’m worried about

makeup and the

and a designer,

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