In a certain car heading here, Claire was sitting next to Mr. Wilson. She turned to look at the scenery outside the window and suddenly remembered something.

How was she going to thank Tristan? She didn't even have his number. He came from Arkpool City, but would he return to Arkpool City?

He was sitting in a Lamborghini, so he must live here, right? At least he can't be traveling here.

Claire didn't like owing people. She wouldn't be able to enjoy herself without thanking Tristan properly.

She owed Tristan a big favor.

If it weren't for him, she would have been taken away by the American police, and she would be locked somewhere now.

"Claire, how's your income recently?" Mr. Wilson's concerned voice pulled her back from her thoughts.

Claire replied modestly, "I sold a few small copyrights, and they are being filmed. I'm lucky this year."

“You are young and creative. You know what young people prefer. Good job, keep going!"

"Thank you, Mr. Wilson, for your encouragement. I will study your work and improve myself. I believe that I will gain a lot from meeting Mr. Burton today too."

"Even if you can't improve your writhing in a minute, I am sure you will get the spirit." Mr. Wilson told her.

the morning. He writes

"I see."

greatly inspired. If she worked harder, she could

later, they

a beautiful manor

beside which were green trees. Beautiful sunset fell from the gaps in the leaves,

was a large piece of green grass. A Lamborghini was parked in front of the castle. The huge retro living room was

to tell you something.” Jill, in a brown suit, appeared

stood by the

you remember Mr.

Attorney General of New York

daughter

what Jill meant. Although he didn't

will be here soon, you guys

cup of tea, "Some of my writer friends will be here tonight too.

a sip of tea and looked up at him, "You'll decide if you like her.

all that Jill pursued in

He wouldn't force Tristan.

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