In Mary’s villa at three o’clock in the afternoon, Mrs. Wilson was watering the flowers in the yard when two to three black Mercedes-Benz stopped at the gate.

Several bodyguards got out of the car, walked to the Benz in the center, and quickly opened the door.

A well-dressed middle-aged man habitually leaned on a cane and came out.

Following closely behind was an extravagant-looking middle- aged lady. After she got out of the car, she glanced at the villa with deep disdain in her eyes.

“It seems that your daughter is doing well in Coast City. She can even buy a villa!”

There was a strong northwest accent in her voice. Her face was full of arrogance.

The middle-aged man’s face was stern, with an air of solemn and prestige.

This was Dorian Claymore, the leader of Claymore Group, the largest consortium in Southwest Somerland. The middle- aged lady beside him was his wife, Shaylene Lambert.

The accompanying assistant immediately approached Dorian respectfully. “Mr. Claymore, the address is correct. Miss Mary lives here.”

“Let’s go. It’s time to go in and have a good talk with

curled

Wilson’s name was

thought that it must be a deliveryman. She did not check and just pressed the

she walked

instant, a cane

her mind as she started

she saw the

seven or eight years since they saw

violently. There was some inexplicable

moment, Dorian appeared in front of

not seem to be much different from how he looked back

on his cheekbones was slightly taut and sunken.

cold that there was

felt as

Shaylene’s appearance instantly dispelled Camelia’s original desire

her power,

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