"Don't worry about it, Aunty. But how did you know that car belonged to Mary Sullivan? Did you see Mary getting out of the car earlier?" Xyla Quest asked. "Yes..." Sharon Lindt answered truthfully.

***

After the meal, Sharon chatted with Xyla for a long while.

They talked about fashion, hairstyles, makeup, and traveling. It seemed as if they had endless topics to talk about.

Through conversing with Sharon, Xyla could deeply sense this woman's vitality.

Although Sharon was not very young, she was young in terms of her mentality. She played most games young people played. In fact, there were a lot of games she played that young people couldn't even play well.

It was as if an eighteen-year-old lived within Sharon Lindt's heart. She always lived like she were a child.

Xyla was particularly fond of Sharon because of that.

After chatting for a long while, they finally parted with heavy hearts.

Xyla had

makeup before retrieving Sharon's invitation to attend the antique auction. Xyla drove

six floors to the

auction house, many large, red, classic lanterns were hung all around. Even the signboard was designed traditionally, making

luxurious cars were

many of these luxurious cars had unique car registration numbers. Anyone would be afraid

Xyla's Maserati that cost a few million

take a second glance at the entrance of the auction house

a parking spot for her

and shifted the rearview mirror slightly toward her. She looked at the mirror to

mirror, Xyla had very little but intricate makeup on. There was

platinum handbag, Xyla got out of the car

did so, a gray Lamborghini

so bright that she could not see who was inside the car. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ

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