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 and have a good

Wilson." Shaylene's mouth suddenly curled up into a cold

Wilson's name

must be a deliveryman. She did not check and just pressed

her face, she walked over

instant, a cane appeared

her mind as she started

saw the

seven or eight years since they saw each

was beating violently. There was some

Dorian appeared in front of

not seem to be much different from how he looked back

on him, after all. The skin on his cheekbones was

were so cold that there was no emotion

felt as if it had fallen into an ice

Shaylene's appearance instantly dispelled

to show off her

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