The Black Swan's Final Revenge Pirouette: The 99th Game Was Mine All Along by Kylie Homme

Chapter 206

It appeared like she was talking to herself, trying to find answers. However, this self question answer session gave me a hint about this whole haphazard, disapproving my initial report.

Gosh! They were here for me!

I was taken aback by the purpose of their visit, they specifically came to see without any prior notice, although I had given them my business card. They could have given me a call before setting off.

Anyway, whether they had informed me or not, the main question was: Why would they want to meet me?

In fact, I was eager to meet Sienna for the engagement’s issue, and she had come to my door herself, such a coincidence blew my head away. But we were dead silent, guessing wildly instead of actually talking. This prolonged suspense got on my nerves, torturing me with horrifying risks.

I couldn’t help but speak up in panic.

“Good to see you, Sienna. How are you doing?”

My nonsensical queries pierced through the air as I continued like an idiot, depening the horizontal lines of worry on Aaron’s forehead.

“Welcome to my Villa!

How did you find the address? I only gave you my office’s card”

he wasn’t aware of this exchange, frowning suspiciously. He must be taking me as a liar

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gaze met with his as I begged him silently for a chance. I

was the first one to come out

a

move. Aaron flinched and presented me a bouquet, responding

difficult to search your address from your company’s name, Laura. Your good reputation in the business circle helped us

“Oh, right!”

hair, the embarrassment of asking these stupid queries at the wrong time burned my cheeks. Lakon city was like a global village where everything was under the rule of famous families, so digging out my information couldn’t be a strenuous task

followed by an unpleasant quietness. The four

raised her head, gesturing to her brother to speak when Bright

know why you planned a surprise for

to toe. I could smell something sour in the air as

up

in a

cold smirk

Mr. Bright. Why are

“I am…”