Chapter 1050: I Wonder Who the Red Alliance Has Sent This Time

"8 o'clock."

@ilovebeingskinny saw her agreeing and hurriedly handed her the invitation letter.

"The time and place are on this. With this, big shot, you can go in."

Nathalie Quinlan asked him to put down the invitation letter, with her leg still resting on the tea table, her pose cool and eyes lowered as she continued to text on her phone.

@ilovebeingskinny noticed she was serious about the texting, assuming it was some important message, and gradually closed his mouth and quieted down.

*

In the same hotel, just above the Presidential Suite.

Amadeus Yancey had just finished bathing, changed into a bathrobe, with strands of his black hair hanging wet on his forehead, dripping water, his facial features deeply contoured, sexy and captivating.

He came out of the bathroom without rush to blow-dry his hair, casually picked up a towel, slung it over his shoulder, and picked up the phone that was charging on the side.

On WhatsApp, the girl had already replied to his message.