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.

me, "Should I report this to Mr.

my gaze 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

phone to invite him over before I start cooking. As for whether he would be able to adjust his schedule and come over, that was up to him to decide. After all, Mullen was secretly keeping watch, so we could meet up almost

of Bate

I sat down, I picked up a piece of abalone for Aaron

bowl. His eyebrows raised as he teased, "Wow, this is unexpected. You still have the mood to cook even without

chair leisurely. He asked faintly, "What's with the sudden interest, what intentions are you hiding? Tell

that 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

upset when he heard this. "Again with Mr. Clark. Anne, aren't I your

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