Mr. Mason was at a loss for words after what Nora Hart said about being cheap.
Sitting in the nanny car, he sighed.
Just thinking about the sneaky moves of men like Andrew Locke gave him a headache.
"Can you shut up? Such wretched sighing," if anyone should be sighing, it should be her, if men can't act like men, then their inheritance is in jeopardy.
She was already so unlucky.
"Let me show you something good," Mr. Mason suddenly thought of something, a light bulb went off in his head as he began looking at Nora with a gleam in his eyes.
"What?" Nora asked, confused.
"Look at your phone."
A WeChat message popped up, and when Nora opened it, she exclaimed: "Damn!!!!"
A photo of Andrew Locke?
Was it that thrilling? Is this really how adults play?
In the shower, Andrew faced away from the camera, washing himself. His robust waist and athletic legs made Nora's face flush with excitement.