Love At The Wrong Table

“Old Mr. Quillen, I don’t mean his character.” Alfred rolled up his sleeves.

“Oh?” Terence gradually composed himself, no longer appearing intoxicated. “You mean his abilities?”

“Yes,” Alfred finally expressed. “Each time I meet him, his skills would improve significantly, which is quite unusual.”

“So, do you think he’s superior to you?” Terence asked with interest!

“I don’t know; perhaps he’s just a little more youthful,” Alfred replied modestly, then continued, “Old Mr. Quillen, do you suspect that he might be concealing something about his identity?”

“Haha, why even have doubts?” Terence chuckled. “That young man is definitely not ordinary, as I’ve said before. As for his true identity, when the time comes, we will naturally find out. There’s no need to investigate further. I just need to believe in him as a person and trust that he will treat Mackenzie well.”

agreement and secretly marveled at how the old master had wisdom behind

the other side,

room was quite spacious, almost as large as their residence in Yociam Residence, and even larger than some

shower first,” Mackenzie said to Emmanuel before entering

like she had been carrying

eyes

piece of art in the world. With the purity of her form, she exuded a sense of

felt unclean. This kind of impurity couldn’t be washed away with water, no matter how much she used. It had

the sea, pressed his chest to hers on the shore, and kissed her. Although she hadn’t initiated those actions, they had undeniably happened. She

was and how strict