My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Milleon's words were exactly what I wanted to hear.

"Well, I look forward to working with you," I answered.

A handshake later, the matter was settled.

Even while bidding farewell to Milleon downstairs, he still held on to my hand and thanked me profusely, "Miss Reid, we were destined to meet. From now on, we're good friends. If you need anything, feel free to let me know. Please don't hesitate!"

"I won't. Off you go." I smiled as I sent him off. I was inexplicably relaxed.

This person lacked self-restraint, but he was an uncomplicated man. I could tell that there was no need to beat around the bush when dealing with this kind of person.

over abruptly and reminded me, "Should I

toward Milleon's striking Cayenne. "Don't worry, I'll let him know personally. He loves entertainment, so he'll definitely be interested in this," I said leisurely. In the afternoon, I

schedule and come over, that was up to him to decide. After all,

sake of Bate Coin. So during

picked up a piece of abalone for Aaron while grinning and

and looked at the abalone in his bowl. His eyebrows raised as he teased, "Wow, this is unexpected. You still have the mood to cook even without Hendrix's

his arms in front of his chest and leaned back onto the chair leisurely. He asked faintly, "What's with the sudden interest, what intentions are you hiding? Tell me, what the devil are you up to?" "Devil? Mom,

you're very clever, and that you're a lovely, smart little devil!" "Really? Thank you, Uncle Aaron!" Anne gushed while playing, satisfaction painted all over her face. Then, as if she was pondering about something, she tilted her head and bragged proudly, "That was also how Mr.

heard this. "Again with Mr. Clark. Anne, aren't

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