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."

to go in

Shaylene's mouth suddenly curled up into a cold jeering

name was

that it must be a deliveryman. She did

a smile all over her face, she walked over to pick up

instant, a cane

her mind as

saw the man's

been seven or eight

was beating violently. There was some inexplicable

that moment, Dorian appeared in front

not seem to be much different from how he

on his

cold that there was no

a glance, Camelia's heart felt as if it had fallen into

Shaylene's appearance instantly dispelled Camelia's original desire to

Shaylene two years ago. At that time, the woman specially appeared to show off her power, claiming that

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