After saying that, she turned and left.
James was close behind her. Before leaving, he added, “Remember to pay the bill.”
“Damn it.”
Francis clenched his fists angrily. A hint of disappointment flashed across his somewhat handsome face.
“James, you piece of junk. Just wait.”
James had ruined his plans, so he was full of hatred for him.
James led Xara out of the Gourmand. He put her suitcase in the trunk and drove to the Callahans’ residence.
Xara sat in the passenger seat. She wore a silly smile as she scrolled through the photos she had taken with Daniel on her phone.
James could not help but comment, “They’re just photos. Is that necessary?”
“What do you know?” Xara shot him a look. “General Highsmith is my idol. The Blithe King’s an even greater idol of mine. It was my lifelong dream to take a photo with them. Finally, my wish has come true.
“However…”
She stopped for a moment and glanced over at James, who was driving, before saying, “The person I admire the most is the Black Dragon General of the Southern Plains. You said you were deployed to the South. So, have you seen the Black Dragon General? What does he look like?"
"Of course."
James had a haughty look on his face. “No one knows the Black Dragon better than me.”
“Really?” Xara was delighted. “So, is the Black Dragon tall or short? Is he fat or skinny? What’s he like? Is he married?”
She popped a consecutive string of questions.
She knew of the Black Dragon, and she knew of the battle that gave him that title.
It was known all across the world.
All military junkies knew of it.
However, no one knew how the Black Dragon looked.
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