...
Nikita just walked into the elevator, and her mobile phone rang.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the information. After a few seconds, the girl's porcelain white face showed a trace
of irritability.
Her delicate eyebrow also frowned up.
Sheehan: I've already arrived downstairs, waiting for you to come down.
Nikita felt that Sheehan was so annoying.
If he really wanted something from her, he could just say it.
No need to do these things.
She hated beating around the bush.
...
She got out of the apartment.
Nikita saw a silver-gray Rolls-Royce parked by the side of the road at a glance.
The license plate number was more conspicuous than the car, N A8888.
No matter that car, or the license plate number of the four eights, symbolized the noble and extraordinary identity of
the owner.
Nikita glanced at the brand-new silver-gray Rolls-Royce, with a cold face.
As soon as she approached, the door opened, and the man sitting in the car bent down and got off the car.
A man dressed in black pants, his facial featured stereoscopic, who looked cold and alienated.
The buttons on the shirt were tied all the way to the neck.
The formal dress was neat, meticulous and full of abstinence.
He walked to the front of Nikita with his long legs.
His cold eyes fell on the girl wearing a long white dress and a meatball head, and the bottom of her eyes flashed
different colors.
He slightly lowered his head, and his deep eyes fell on Nikita for a long time.
His dark cold eyes also had some heat.
"It seems that Vernon had a good taste." Moments later, the man slowly looked back and fell on the girl's porcelain
white delicate little face. There was a little dull in his always cold voice. "This skirt is very suitable for Miss
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