"Snoopy, are you cold?"
Vera lay on the sofa, lazily watching TV, but gradually felt an inexplicable chill.
The weather today isn’t bad either.
The temperature is moderate.
The ever-dutiful bodyguard nearby imdiately said, "Miss, I’ll go upstairs and get you a blanket."
"Hmm."
Vera had no idea it might be sothing about the feng shui of this ominous house. Although she was watching TV, she was clearly distracted, her gaze occasionally drifting to the phone on the coffee table.
Quiet and still.
Still quiet and still.
Ever since that guy sincerely ca over to extend an invitation, nearly two weeks had passed, but no phone call had co through since.
Playing hard to get?
At this thought, her bosom, larger than her age would suggest, heaved violently, and Vera lost even more interest in watching TV, exhaling deeply.
So annoying.
She sat up decisively, intending to grab the phone, but as with every impulse over this period, she restrained herself.
If she called, wouldn’t she be falling into a passive position?
"Miss."
The black bodyguard Snoopy ca down with the blanket, but by then Vera was feeling hot and didn’t need it, so she lifted her hand and tossed the blanket onto the floor.
Knowing her temperant well, Snoopy didn’t presu to pick up the blanket, silently standing to the side, quite wisely avoiding any collateral damage.
"Get the car ready, I want to see Cynthia."
Vera slid her feet off the sofa, no wonder she felt cold; she wasn’t even wearing socks, with her red nail polish looking sexy and alluring.
Naturally, the bodyguard would unconditionally carry out her orders. Just about to head out, he suddenly glanced sharply towards the outside.
The iron gate, the first line of defense, had been opened.
No mistake.
Soone used a key to unlock the door and walk in.
Stopping in his tracks, the bodyguard Snoopy said, "Miss, soone is coming in."
Soon after, the door opened as well.
Watching the woman who walked in, Vera remained on the sofa, squinting her eyes slightly, then smiling humorously, "Snoopy, don’t be nervous."
"Miss Vera, sorry for the intrusion."
spoke the intruder.
Clearly uninvited, yet surprisingly polite.
"Fujiwara Reiki, right?"
Addressing hastily by na was undoubtedly disrespectful, but the previously house-confined Fujiwara Reiki showed no displeasure, nodding with a smile. Although her graceful deanor was evident, it gave off a seductive vibe.
This "lustful" feeling was completely different from Vera’s. No comparison.
"How do you have a key to this house?"
"This house belongs to ."
Vera’s question was reasonable, and Fujiwara Reiki’s answer was too — both efficient and direct.
"Does Miss Vela live here, unaware?"
Vera honestly shook her head, "I didn’t rent this house."
"It’s Mr. Jiang, right? He probably doesn’t know either."
Indeed.
Given the Fujiwara family’s wealth in Dongying, it’s unknown how many properties they own in Tokyo.
Facing the landlord as a tenant should at least warrant a standing greeting, but Vera didn’t, remaining composed while seated. "Familiar with him?"
"Perhaps more familiar than Miss Vera,"
Fujiwara Reiki replied.
Though not invited, as the landlord, there’s little need for courtesy. Fujiwara Reiki took the initiative to sit on the sofa.
Vera’s lips curled up, not instructing the black bodyguard to make things difficult, "Didn’t he give you money? Are you here to collect rent?"
Fujiwara Reiki shook her head, "I’m specifically here to find Miss Vera."
"Oh."
Vera showed curiosity, "To find ? Are we close?"
Not purposefully targeting.
She was never a person with a good temper.
Quite the opposite, as a daughter of the Fujiwara family, a woman with a particularly noble status on the land of Dongying, Fujiwara Reiki’s tolerance seed extraordinarily vast.
She remained unaffected by Vera’s targeting, her deanor unchanged.
"Miss Vela and I not being familiar is irrelevant. Knowing Mr. Jiang is sufficient."
Indeed.
Acquaintances of acquaintances are also friends, right?
Vera lifted the corners of her mouth slightly, restraining a bit of aggressiveness, "What’s the purpose of your visit?"
"Has Mr. Jiang and Miss Vela reached a collaboration yet?"
Upon hearing this, Vera’s amber pupils flickered briefly, silent for a mont, "Collaboration? On what?"
"Isn’t Mr. Jiang seeking vengeance against Dongying? Didn’t Miss Vela agree?"
"..."
Alright.
That guy even ntioned it as a huge secret.
Looking at that increasingly foxlike face, Vera said, "Seems like you are indeed quite familiar with him."
Then.
She continued,
"Been together?"
Westerners are bold and direct.
Vera’s frankness even took Fujiwara Reiki by surprise, montarily frozen, her expression briefly stiff before returning to natural, calmly shaking her head, "Not yet."
Not yet.
Yet.
Of course.
Because their communication was in English, the tense was used very skillfully.
"What else did he tell you?"
n are lower-body creatures.
Living in the free and romantic West, not restrained by rules of high society, Vera had certainly seen much filth and vulgarity.
Though she didn’t know how these two got together, or when they got together, Vera expressed her understanding.
If she were a man, she definitely wouldn’t pass up this woman either.
Fujiwara Reiki did not answer, remaining intriguingly silent.
Seeing this, Vera smiled aningfully, "n certainly are all the sa, I’m just very curious as to why he’s daring enough to trust even you."
"Miss Vela, Mr. Jiang has his reasons for trusting . That’s not important to you. What’s important is that you can get what you want from Mr. Jiang."
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