I’m Only 19 and a Half, Still a Kid

With that thought in mind, Gianna smiled self-deprecatingly. "No one would dare say I have more wrinkles anyway."

A dumbass like that wouldn't live for very long.

Suddenly, her hand froze.

The mirror in front of her showed her reflection and… a black figure, slowly emerging from the darkness.

"Jonathan?" she murmured, but there was a tremor in her voice.

She slowly lowered her hand and turned around. She looked at the man in a suit who was five meters away. "Are you here to kill me?"

Luke held a Glock in his hand and said calmly, "Yes."

Gianna laughed. "True; there would be no other reason for you to visit me, right? Even if we are old friends."

Luke felt a little awkward.

In fact, there had been something between Gianna and John before.

Of course, it was Gianna who had made the first move, to be exact; John never accepted.

It had to be said that it was really too much for a man to be too handsome.