Chapter 8 A GHOST

Chapter 8: A Ghost

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The following day, at ten o’clock, Diana wore a long black dress with a choking little pepper, a pair of colorful clip-toe slippers, and a large red ruffled hat.

She is full of mysterious femininity and a bit of ethnic style with an exotic dress.

Her ruby eyes were half-hidden under the hat’s brim, full of charm but with a cold sharpness.

People only dared to admire her quietly but did not dare to stay longer to attract her attention for fear that her cold red eyes would burn their skin.

In the mall, a couple stepped inside. The woman wears an oversized sunglass and leans into the arms of the man.

“Raven, I can’t walk. Carry me, please!”

Raven swept his eyes at the people around them and whispered to Wendy Morgan. “Aren’t you scared of being targeted by the paparazzi?”

Wendy arched her brow. “I’m dressed like this. Who will recognize me?” she muttered. She grabbed Raven’s tie, and her delicate body twisted in his arms.