Cherry and Chesty had known each other for over half a year.They got along very well and were already good friends.

They had already planned to meet when she got back to the States, so she agreed as soon as Chester said that.

Chester asked eagerly, "Which room are you in?'' Cherry was about to tell him the room number when she suddenly thought of something.

Instead, she said, "Not tonight, my mom is asleep.Let's do it tomorrow instead."

Chesty suddenly laughed.

"Everyone says that you sound like a little girl only because you're using a voice changer and that you're, in fact, a dirty middle-aged man.Can you tell me whether you're male or female?" Cherry grinned.

"It's a secret."

California was in the west of the States, and the humidity in the air was just right.It was mild in winter and dry in summer.

With the curtains in the room closed, the room was completely dark, which made it very suitable for sleeping.

It was already in the middle of the day when Nora finally slowly opened her eyes.

She checked the time it was already past one o'clock in the afternoon.

Cherry and Mrs.Lewis had already had lunch, so she simply called for takeout.

At the same time at the hotel entrance.

With a complicated look, Angela watched Anthony hurriedly enter the lobby.

She clenched her fists.

During the past few days, Anthony's attitude toward her whenever she called had been very perfunctory, and all he asked about was Idealian Pharmaceuticals each time.

A woman's sixth sense told her that something must be wrong.

Thus, she had trailed Anthony early this morning.

Little did she expect that she would be here.

Hotel Finest was one of the most expensive and upscale places in California.

Angela quietly followed Anthony in and saw him turning into the bar on the first floor.

He took out a wad of cash, handed it to several waiters, and instructed softly, "...You know what you're supposed to do, right? Act according to my signals tonight!"

"Yes, sir.'' After they dispersed, Anthony took a deep breath nervously.

head and started to draft a text

Miss Anderson.Sorry if this is a little sudden, but I got your number from the bar on the first floor.I'd like to invite you to the bar downstairs at 8 pm: After sending

woman last time, but she would definitely

woman would be able to resist a

after he sent the message, Anthony thought for a while and sent another text message to his friends: "Eight o'clock tonight at Hotel Finest's bar in the lobby.Be there or be square' He had reserved the

left, the waiters whispered

Mr.Gray intending to

a huge surprise.He must be intending to

fiancee is so

little warm as she listened to their soft

up from the bottom of

that Anthony was being unfaithful ? She really shouldn't

received a text message sound notification on her cell

was a message from Anthony: "Eight o'clock tonight

Angela couldn't help laughing.

as whenever he asked her out for a date in

all these, she would never have imagined that Anthony had prepared

a good mood

looked up again, she just so happened to see Nora, who was dressed in her pajamas and

eyes were downcast, and her smooth and

and her facial features were

a little as if she

being dressed like that, the air around her still attracted people's attention,

balled

curb her

afford to stay in Hotel Finest?She was

took a couple of

any clothes anymore, yet you still insist on staying in this hotel.Are you planning to seduce some rich guy here, Nora? How about taking a good

in one hand and reading a text message on her cell

cell phone and deleted the spam text

indifferently, "Uh-huh.At least I have a face to be proud

swept across Angela's

words of hers

Angela was infuriated.

was shameless? Or was she implying

meant both ? She narrowed

Then, she suddenly smiled.

want to know where that abandoned child of yours is? If you do, then

to see with her very own eyes how Anthony was going to propose to her! Angela turned and left after leaving these

eyes as

pm at the bar

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