"..." Mia Lane was speechless, "As the esteed daughter of the city mayor, have you no sense of propriety at all? Can you just casually use the word ’beg’?"
"That’s for you!" Hailey Hale said, "I never beg others! It’s always others begging !"
Twenty minutes later—
In a café not far from Erald Cove, Hailey Hale sat by the window. She was beautifully dressed, touching up her makeup in the mirror, happily waiting for her.
Butler Shelby had the driver bring Mia Lane over and parked 20 ters away from the café entrance, across a lawn.
Just as Mia Lane stepped out of the car and began walking, she saw a familiar figure coming toward her... inexplicably, it felt like sothing struck her in the chest.
David Dalton was getting closer and closer to her...
His black hair was streaked with a touch of ti’s silver, which Mia hadn’t noticed at Hailey’s birthday party last ti.
Mia couldn’t help but stop and step aside.
David Dalton walked past her, and as he pulled out his phone, a key accidentally fell from his pocket onto the grass at Mia’s feet without making a sound, so he didn’t notice.
She bent down to pick up the key, but before she could return it to him, David Dalton got into a car not far away.
Just as she was about to run after him, a slender hand tapped her shoulder.
Mia stopped and turned to see Sean Dalton in a stunning gown, her bare shoulders appearing in front of her.
Her breathtakingly beautiful face was a visual feast for Mia.
Had she undergone costic surgery again?
She looked even more beautiful than the last ti Mia saw her, with an even more striking nose.
Sean Dalton reached out her hand, the tone slightly aloof, "Give the key, please. It’s my dad’s."
Mia t her gaze, feeling a slight sting in her heart, and placed the key in Sean’s palm. Sean’s hands were so beautiful, well-cared for, clearly never having done any hard labor.
And Sean noticed this slight sting, glancing at her a few more tis.
But with the key in hand, Sean soon walked away with a seductive stride.
Mia suddenly snapped out of it.
After getting in the car, Sean handed the key to David Dalton, gazing out at the woman through the car window, unknowingly lost in thought...
That woman was Justin Kingston’s wife, rumored to be a country woman. Having only t her once, why did she feel so familiar?
This sense of familiarity was just like... sothing from deep in mory.
"Grace, what are you thinking about?" David Dalton looked at her with a kind face.
Sean quickly ca back to herself, answering sweetly, "Dad, I was thinking that you should take care of your health. The company business is so busy, and you handle everything personally, and I can’t really help much."
"You’ve helped a lot by representing the company," David Dalton liked her a lot, "With Ethan in the situation he is, I fear this company will sooner or later be yours to manage."
Sean was very pleased in her heart, but she never showed it, "Dad, I only love my performing career."
"With your smarts, you can manage both," David Dalton held her hand, "Lately you’ve been eting clients with , and you’re quite adept at it, aren’t you? As an artist, this fa is always fickle; you won’t be popular forever, so it’s best to plan ahead."
"Yes, you’re thoughtful as always, Dad."
By evening.
In the sprawling garden of Erald Cove, Mia Lane sat in a wicker chair, surrounded by clusters of blooming roses, looking at the half jade pendant in her palm. She had been lost in thought for half an hour... and her expression was sowhat sorrowful.
As if sothing was destined by fate.
Inside the Dalton family’s luxurious villa.
Sean Dalton, dressed in a princess gown, holding a glass of red wine, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with Mia Lane’s image floating in her mind. She felt that sothing was amiss.
Moreover, an ominous premonition surrounded her.
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