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.

were only the words fortune teller Erika on the

is this?” Sebastian’s dashing eyebrows

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

brows furrowed

He

for others recently. It turned out that she was possessed

Oh, fortune telling?

almost

little lady Joanna has spent any money on this.” Sebastian

nodded immediately and

throw the calling card into the trash

it away. Instead of that,

In the hotel suite.

then did she plan to turn on the computer and start drawing

this time, she discovered

out wearing the sweat steaming clothes of the bath center. Her clothes and belongings were placed in

zero o’clock, the storage cabinets in the

Oops, her computer!