Stomp on Your Broken Heart With Our Babies

“Erika, haven’t you been to that handsome uncle’s house? Have you seen that brother?” Lukas asked.

Erika shook her head, “No.”

“They probably didn’t live together,” Lukas guessed. “When Joanna calls you, you ask her for a photo of that brother.”

“I’ve already given her the calling card,” Erika blinked her long eyelashes, “Wait for her to call me now!”

Inside the garden.

Sebastian was sitting in the study, processing documents.

Tat-a-tat, the servant knocked on the door outside with a very respectful tone, “Mr. Grant, I have something to ask you about. It’s about little lady Joanna.”

Sebastian stepped forward and opened the door.

Under the light, the beige home clothes on his body glowed softly. The collar was half open, revealing the delicate collarbone inside, and his legs were straight and slender. Even ordinary clothes could exude his dignity and dominance.

The servant hurriedly lowered her head, showing great respect, and handed a calling card with both hands, “I found this in the pocket of little lady Joanna’s gown.”

Sebastian took it and glanced at it.

only the words fortune teller Erika on the calling card,

dashing eyebrows

information she had found, “It seems that he is a fortune teller, and he is quite famous. It takes at

brows

dark eyes were extremely cold. His emotions were unclear. He looked back and forth at the calling card in

was always doing calculations for others recently. It turned out that

Oh, fortune telling?

was almost

has spent any

servant nodded immediately

was about to throw the

away. Instead of that, he just threw it in

In the hotel suite.

Only then did she plan to turn on the

this time, she discovered a serious

Her clothes

the storage cabinets in the bath

Oops, her computer!