My Arrogant Fiancée Is an All Round Genius

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Nemmington ate a lot, and as soon as they left the airport, there was a Buick with the license plate NEM777 waiting outside.

Cedric skillfully opened the car door and smiled, letting Myrna get in first.

"Ms. Stark, get in the car first. We are going to Pham Hotel for dinner later, I have already made a reservation."

Although Denise had bought her many properties in Nemmington, this was actually Myrna's first time coming to Nemmington. She was unfamiliar with the place and didn't know what Pham Hotel he was talking about, so she just lightly nodded and got into the car. When Myrna got on the car, Cedric, with great insight, gave up his seat and smiled at the man behind, saying, "Mr. Larson, you and Ms. Stark sit in the back row, I will guide from the front."

The Larson family driver: ...

What does "San Shao" mean? Is it an insult to him?

He had been driving for Gaven for twenty years, knowing every corner of Nemmington streets and alleys. From the airport to Pham Hotel, was there anywhere he couldn't find? Could he even get lost?

As the driver was thinking, the front door was pulled open, and he

watched Cedric get on the car in a hurry. He said to him, "Please go to Pham Hotel."

"Um."

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more and saying less while being in the Larson family. He

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passenger seat and greeted the manager of Pham

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other side of the

the side of the airport road for quite a

plane and collecting their luggage, they waited by the roadside, watching as another hour passed by quickly.

said, "Let's wait a

disembarking, how much longer do we have to wait here? It's getting

on the roadside, with its black body looking sleek in the sunlight. The license plate also had

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tell that not just anyone could afford to drive it, and you had no idea who might be

of the roadside shop - carrying luggage, standing disheveled on the side of the road, with a face of exhaustion and weariness, just like those migrant