Tristan stood in front of her, towering over her by a head, looking down at the hand she had wrapped around his arm. Monica saw that he might not refuse, so she let go again, clasped her hands together, and smiled, making a pleading gesture, "Please!"

"So, what do you need me to do?" Tristan's voice was low and magnetic, and he seemed to be considering, “I can help, but I won't sell myself.”

Pit!

The girl couldn't help but laugh at his joke, and after thinking seriously, she said, "First, I'll deal with my mom. If you agree, I'll call you later because my mom never plays by the rules.” The man's thin lips opened slightly, “I'll be very busy today."

"So, you agree?" Monica was overjoyed.

he just calmly looked at her. The girl's lips curled into a smile, and she happily said to him,

to appease her first, and when I can't, I'll ask for your help!" "Or... let's meet when you're free tomorrow. I just want

didn't refuse or agree, he just looked at her and then turned to leave. "I'll take that as a yes!" Monica

Monica watched as he walked into the company building surrounded by people, talking about what must have been a big project.

she left. After spending too much time at the hotel, she was bored. Monica then went to the riverside, enjoying a walk

The woman had her hair loose, looking young, but she wore no makeup, and her complexion was poor. Her pale face gave a chilling impression. Monica

her, and a glimmer of light appeared in her gloomy eyes. Was she... the girl who took Claire away?? S~ᴇaʀᴄh the

the woman in the red dress was staring at her, feeling puzzled. In the end, Daphne blocked her path, stopping her in her tracks. Monica's chest tightened, and she sidestepped to leave, but Daphne followed, blocking her way again, staring at her with

It was because the woman in red had a gloomy aura and might not be mentally stable. "You like Rowan too, right?" Daphne got straight to the point, staring at her

What Rowan?

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