Chapter 229: Face Slap【3】_1

Jhovany Sullivan, a girl herself, couldn't help but feel her cheeks flush and her heart race, whispering to her, "Um, Nathalie, may I make a small suggestion? Next time you speak, could you try not to smile..."

"Hmm?" Nathalie Quinlan was in a good mood, and the corners of her lips seemed to be perpetually turned up.

Yeesh.

In her heart, Jhovany muttered a prayer to the Holy Mary, all the while burdened with a sense of guilt.

Audrick Zachmann, my little guy, I'm so sorry. Mommy's about to turn your sister gay. Son, are you missing a daddy?

I can be!

...

Meanwhile, a sapphire blue Ferrari stopped at the entrance of Waterfront Pavilion.

The driver opened the door for her.