As she raised her eyes, they sparked for a moment because she saw a tall figure leaning against the sports car.
She was wearing sunglasses, hiding the twinkle in her eyes, and her expression was indifferent, without a trace of fluctuation.
In the distance, Fierce Eagle leaned against the car door, his hands pocketed. Under the morning light, the man was clothed in a white shirt and black dress pants, his posture tall and distinguished.
He was conveniently facing away from the east, and the sunlight cloaked him in a faint golden glow. The newly risen sun was a striking red, dazzling and almost blinding from afar.
"What's the matter? ..." Katie Hades approached him, curling her red lips and wearing ten-centimeter-high heels so she no longer had to look up. Just by slightly lifting her face, she could meet his gaze, "Mr. Owen, can't bear to part with me? ..."
