He took Charlotte into his arms, put her on the front passenger’s seat and fastened the seat belt for her. Then he started the car and left.
In the Barupola Cafe.
The lady had been waiting for a long time. She was beautiful and dressed very sexily. When she saw Jazz, her tone became coquettish.
Jazz couldn't tolerate a woman speaking in such a tone. Frowning, he took a seat.
Before he spoke, Charlotte lay her hands on the table and asked, "Miss, why are your breasts so small?"
Hearing this, the woman felt a little
embarrassed.
But she still suppressed her temper and said, "You are cute!"
"Yeah, they all say that I'm cute. But my uncle doesn't like women with small breasts." Charlotte sucked the juice.
The lady became angry, with a dark expression on her face.
Jazz took Charlotte back into his arms, without criticizing her. He spoke to the woman indifferently but politely, "I'm sorry. She's still a child and always likes telling the truth."
Hearing the apology, the woman smiled. But her face was contorted with anger at Jazz’s following words. She picked up the bag and stood up abruptly.
"How about I give you a ride?" Jazz asked.
"No, I have my own car." 'Although the man is good-looking and has a good family background, he doesn't like me at all. There is no need for me to linger here.’
With her forehead against the car, Charlotte was looking around.
Jazz was driving the car, but he was suddenly stopped. When he looked up, he met Essa. 'Enemies are bound to meet on a narrow road. Why do I meet her again?'
There had been a lot of car accidents caused by people drinking under the influence recently. So, the police were required to strictly check whether drivers drove under the influence!
Jazz rolled down the car window. When his face came into view, Essa curled her lips secretly. Why is he?'
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