My Love, Enlighten me

Gloria Taylor nodded subconsciously, and then remembered that Edith Hall could not see her current movements, and said, "I called him." "You called him, and then he picked you up? I don’t believe he doesn’t have any feeling to you..." At this time, the voice of Edith Hall’s assistant sounded on the other side of the phone: "Edith, we would go for boarding soon." Edith whispered back: "You go ahead."

Then she said to Gloria: "Gloria, I go for boarding first, and I have to transfer to another train and car there. I guess there is no time to contact you. When I come back, maybe the big boss will have recovered his memory. " “May you be safe throughout the journey. I will visit you if I have time." "It’s too far and the traffic is inconvenient, so don’t come." "Okay, go for boarding quickly." Gloria urged Edith to hang up and then she took a taxi back.

The house was silent. Gloria Taylor changed clothes, held her laptop and tablet to sit down by the window, ready to work. Although she had watched "Lost City" several times, she still needed to pay attention to the details, so as not to have too obvious bugs which would be discovered by the audience. In this kind of industry, half was competing with self and half competing with the audience. To describe a scene about a small business meeting, or an operation to suppress bandits, she might need to check dozens of pages of information, but what she needed at the end was only one or two pages.

the old clues to form a coherent story line. Gloria Taylor played "Lost City" on the tablet, tapped on the laptop. When she was tired, she would take out her phone and go online to watch

celebrity scandals and the promotion of new dramas, there was no interesting news. After reading a page of news, she went back to the top, refreshed habitually, and found a new headline. "Surprised: President Clarke entered the police station late at night and took a woman away. It seems that he has a new loveer..." Gloria clicked in. The picture inside was obviously magnified by the far lens, and the picture looked exceptional

station, Kenny stood tall and upright next to a woman with disheveled hair. Kenny Clarke's face was not very clear, but he had appeared many times in recent years. Even if he didn't show his face, his temperament could be easily recognized. And the woman with disheveled hair next to him... Gloria Taylor enlarged the picture and looked at it several times, but couldn't believe it was herself. She couldn't see the face, just seeing her dangling Kenny Clarke's arm, and her hair like a

sneered. Continued to scroll down. "I can't see her face, maybe it's Young Master Clarke's cousin or something?" "Back upstairs, there is no such possibility. According to rumors, Young Master Clarke is of a very cold personality.

Maybe Kenny Clarke thought she exposed the news to a certain media outlet. Gloria Taylor found her cell phone and called Kenny Clarke. Kenny Clarke said indifferently on the phone: "Say." It was really cold. Gloria Taylor said: "When you went to the police

a moment of silence on the other end before Kenny Clarke's voice sounded again: "I know." She felt that Kenny Clarke was about to hang up the phone after speaking, and gave a hurried cry. "Kenny Clarke." Kenny Clarke's tone was obviously a bit impatient: "Is there anything else?" "Are you coming over for dinner tonight?" Gloria added: "You can tell me what you want to

for an answer. If Kenny Clarke was still worrying that she and Colin Hall were on the news before, he would definitely not come over for dinner, but he agreed, which would represent Kenny Clarke didn’t care about that anymore. Originally it was just a nonexistent thing.