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.

Erika on the calling card, and a string of

Sebastian’s dashing eyebrows suddenly furrowed

the information she had found, “It seems that he is a fortune teller, and he is

this, Sebastian’s brows furrowed even

unclear. He looked back and forth

always doing calculations for others recently. It

Oh, fortune telling?

was almost cheating

lady Joanna has spent any

servant nodded

to throw the calling card into the

of that, he just threw it in

In the hotel suite.

Only then did she plan to turn on

she discovered

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

storage cabinets in the bath center

Oops, her computer!