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Ex pale Barn, Erhan added. “The may have been heldup by something Mense calm down. I’ll check on the situation again.
Lunar Lounge was well knownhigh end restaurant in Notfaller, ernested for its excellent restmoment and steep prices.
crvation needed to be made at least three days in advance.
Despite this, their were nor anyemphytahl
sektivtified Bight purple iberos that accentuated her slender waist and amaledtertal
The hem of her dress flowed enacetudia with her movements, as it rermestep she took was Moneming.
There was a purity mixed with allure. khe was undeniably beantihd.
Boch a stumming sig
The man helping her out
carmastall and elegant, dressed in
hore–piece black suit. His every gesture ended sophistication
Although they couldn’t see his face from behind, his silhouette and the aura of mobility surrounding him nearly named Dorian to lose his composure.
Lita looked up at the man, saying something to him. Her smile was soft, and her eyes sparkled like stan.
A pentir boreze passed by, carrying the lively sounds of the crowd.
Kökpan casually reached out to tuck a stray hair behind her ear his fingerchrislied against her ear, making her ferlatickle. She shyly moved away, laughter shimmeting in her eyes.
The two of them looked like a perfect match–handsome and beautiful.
Their intimate and natural interaction caused Dorian’s eyes redden with anger.
Lila mually dared to find another man!
He couldn’t control himself and was about to rushoverwhen his assistant held him back tightly. “Mr. Blake, don’t be impulsive. There might be a misunderstanding.”
“Misunderstanding my ass!” Dorian cursed. “Get out of my way!!
“Ms. Harim’tikat kind of person. This could just be a friend of hers. That Morganfamily bein, Mr. Noah, is quite wealthy, right? Could it be him?”
Ethan was sweating protusely but didn’t dare let go of him at that moment. Given Dorian’s reputation, it would be impossible to handle if this situation escalated
“Mr. Blake, I know you’re angry, but what about the project? You knw how much manpower and resources we’ve invested in this. Even if it’s not a musunderstanding, what will it accomplish it you go over and hit that man?
i suspert M. Hart is faced to lower herself to ask for help because you cut off herection. You know what kind of person she is better than I do.
That later brought some semblance of crason back to Decian
Tri Lila menthet kind of person
She must be helping those two newcomers secure pesources
When she was still with Dorian, she had taken the initiative to meet with producers several times and had been taken advantage of more than once. Because of that,
“Mi. Blake, once you meet with Mr. Lane, you’ll have plenty of time to ask Ms. Hart what’s going on. You both really need to have a good talk and not let your emotion pet the better of you.”
Dorian looked at the prople around him, feeling a biti
But has gaze remained fixated on the two people walking, imade.
Doran runtownd his eyes as he caught sighnot the man, stigla lynchus
iral to reveal a fuzzyoutline.
Wasthur Noah? When did he color back to the country
However, confronting Lilacoold wait a little longer if it
His perzionly trane expression softenedslightly justashe calmed down, Eihan pulled at him again, lowrcing his voice to remind him, “Mr. Blake, Mr. Lane is
Dorian took a deplorath and lifted his head, les expression retuming to nomal.
The man approaching wore a simple, dark, short–sleeve shirt and black casual trousers. Though he was over 50, he still looked vigorous, walking with steady
Hebelid alrigh position for many years and did not exude severity. The streaks of gray in his hair actually made his demeanor more gentle
Dickly collected himself and confidently stepped in front of him “Mr. Lane, may I have two mitad your time?”
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Incas Lane was stopped, momentarily taken aback.
“Who are you?” he asked, his gaze dating through the restaurant’s glass door toward the tall Heure walking into the pr
tinto the private room
