Since she had said it that way, Monica felt relieved, realizing that age was not an issue. The mother and daughter left the hotel, and Monica originally planned to use her phone to call an Uber. To her surprise, Belinda pressed the car key in her hand, and a silver Bentley's door opened not far away.

"..." Monica's steps faltered, and she looked at her mother in astonishment.

“Let's go!"

Belinda, carrying a bag worth nearly a million, swayed her hips and headed toward the car. The girl came to her senses and quickly followed, "Whose car is this?"

"Mine!" Belinda opened the door and sat in the driver's seat, "Get in the car, baby!" She had a strong premonition that Monica would definitely be impressed by the talented Tom Fritz.

Wearing a purple dress, Monica sat in the passenger seat. She fastened her seat belt and opened Facebook to share her location with Tristan.

But her location remained solitary.

What was going on?

She sent a text message to remind him: We're leaving with my mom now. Hurry up and join the shared location. Waiting for your rescue. After sending the message, she looked out the window at the scenery, gripping her phone, waiting for a response.

The car drove forward.

curious, but didn't want to pry too much. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the

I just commented on a classmate's stories,"

didn't doubt her

love with him at first sight. Even if she didn't, as long

about this, Belinda couldn't help but

looked at it and saw a message from Tristan. She hurriedly muted their conversation to avoid her mother noticing their

"okay" on it. It was a very cute little

Monica felt warmth in her heart and couldn't help but want to smile, but she

be a very tender-hearted

overbearing person using cute

the early winter morning, the wind that came through the

lakeside greenery was particularly good, with

and hair. She suddenly noticed that Tristan

matter what he was doing, as long as he

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