Chapter 2008 We Must Have A Good Talk

In Mary's villa at three o'clock in the afternoon, Mrs. Wilson was watering the flowers in the yard when two to three black Mercedes-Benz stopped at the gate.

Several bodyguards got out of the car, walked to the Benz in the center, and quickly opened the door.

A well-dressed middle-aged man habitually leaned on a cane and came out.

Following closely behind was an extravagant-looking middle- aged lady. After she got out of the car, she glanced at the villa with deep disdain in her eyes.

"It seems that your daughter is doing well in Coast City. She can even buy a villa!"

There was a strong northwest accent in her voice. Her face was full of arrogance.

The middle-aged man's face was stern, with an air of solemn and prestige.

This was Dorian Claymore, the leader of Claymore Group, the largest consortium in Southwest Somerland. The middle- aged lady beside him was his wife, Shaylene Lambert.

The accompanying assistant immediately approached Dorian respectfully. "Mr. Claymore, the address is correct. Miss Mary lives here."

time to go in and

mouth suddenly curled up into a cold jeering

name was

she thought that it must be a deliveryman. She did not check and

her face, she walked over

a cane appeared in front of

clicked in her mind as she

she saw the man's

seven or eight years since they saw each

There was some inexplicable

that moment, Dorian appeared

a glance, Dorian's appearance did not seem to be much different from

on him, after all. The skin on his cheekbones was slightly taut and sunken. His hair

man's eyes were so cold that there was no

felt as if it

appearance instantly dispelled Camelia's original desire to

time, the woman specially appeared to show off her power, claiming that

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