She had heard them talk about the Alvonia warlord commander-in-chief, Chris. Although they were distant relatives, they did not see each other much after all, and being in a foreign country, she was grateful to be able to receive a helping hand in a crisis.
She subconsciously looked toward the door.
And she was simply stunned!
Surprisingly... It was him!
A pair of dark gray eyes, gray trench coat, isn't this the man who just met in the hardware market, first helped her and then accosted her?
He? That's Chris? What a coincidence!
Chris entered the base, casually took off his windbreaker jacket and threw it on top of the bench at the entrance with a dashing movement.
He walked in with a stride and froze and froze again when he saw Joyce.
This is not the super special woman he just met? He was still regretting not being able to ask for her name, but he didn't expect to see her inside his aunt's secret base! It was simply too much fate.
With a smile on his lips, he walked up quickly, "Aunt, who is this? You don't introduce him either?"
Cecelia pulled Joyce to her side, "Joyce, this is your cousin, Chris. Chris, and she is my daughter."
Joyce had actually guessed it, but when she heard Cecelia say the word cousin, she still found it unbelievable.
The first is that it is too coincidental, and the second is that Chris does not look like a national commander. In her imagination, Chris should be a middle-aged man who is not smiling and has an aura of righteousness. Moreover, she did not expect that Chris was so young. The psychological difference was too great.
Chris stared at Joyce for a while before finally responding.
"Oh, so it's cousin, first time meeting, nice to meet you." He gave Joyce a meaningful glance and just pretended that the previous encounter at the hardware market had never happened.
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