Chapter 62 Meeting with Draven

here? At the sight of the man sitting opposite her, she smiled brightly and said, “Coby, why are you. Aren’t you afraid that your fans won’t let you go?”

Coby had deliberately disguised himself and stuffed something into his white shirt, rendering him a little potbellied. There was a messy wig on his head, as if he had not washed his hair for a few days. He looked like a middle-aged technical man who had worked overtime in the company for a

few days.

However, she still recognized him at a glance. She thought that his crazy fans could see him through with more ease.

Coby was indifferent. He sat opposite her casually and took a sip of coffee. His clear voice made a stark contrast to his current image.

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“I heard from William that you came downstairs to buy cake. It’s been an hour, but haven’t

come back yet, so I came to see you.”

As for her latter question, he did not answer.

Cierra said awkwardly, “I wanted to sit here and eat the cake before going back, but the news is so

intriguing.”

If she kept staring at her cell phone at home, William would definitely nag her. So she came out and

browsed her cell phone for entertainment for some time while eating a cake. She didn’t expect that

so much time had passed.

Coby put down his coffee cup and knocked on the table, saying, “Then put down your cell phone,

finish the cake, and hurry home.”

Cierra only ate half of the mussy cake on the table, and the other half was almost melted.

Although she dared to act like a spoiled child in front of her brothers, she had to revere them.

She wrinkled her nose and reluctantly put down her cell phone. After picking up the spoon, she took small bites gracefully.

During this period, some customers who came to buy cake recognized her, shouted her name in surprise, and came over to take a photo with her.

tactfully refused, regardless

them, only to be told frequently that they were Coby’s fans and they would

didn’t

none other than

coming and going, yet not a single one of them recognized Coby. Thinking

fake fans. Or if she should

was thinking. He couldn’t help but smile, saying, “I used to go shopping in different clothes. Speaking of the ones working

me.”

often did this when he was

early years, he didn’t want to go home. He

an extra in a film and television base, a tra mp under the pedestrian bridge, sleeping

fascinated him.

becoming famous, he couldn’t help playing all

directors said that he was born to

glad that he had not

words, Cierra admired him so much and said, “Coby,

smiled and paused for a moment, saying, “But you recognized me at

smiled, saying, “Of course, you’re my

was

his. If she couldn’t tell that it was his

nothing.

that she had never experienced the feeling of acting

her

unwilling to let

Coby,

your cell phone for entertainment at

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help complaining, “William, why are

at her cell phone in front of William,

the sofa.

days, Coby and Harold were both in

was big and comfortable, and there were

think I would waste my breath nagging

with shovels in his hands. He couldn’t bear to

from Cierra.

in the wrong, so she stuck out her tongue

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