Julia Land opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.
Edward Fields started the car, "Miss Sullivan and Mr. Thompson look quite well-matched standing together."
Julia Land looked through the rearview mirror at the villa gradually disappearing from view, her eyes slightly red, she whispered softly, "They are very well-matched."
For two people to be together for a long time, they need to be well-matched.
The painting had been delivered, and Julia Land needed to call Thomas Sullivan back.
The man on the other end of the line was panting heavily.
Julia Land paused wordlessly, "Sorry to disturb you, the painting has been delivered."
Thomas Sullivan asked the woman sitting on top of him to stop for a moment, his voice raspy, "Hmm, I have something to do tomorrow morning and won't be coming to the office."
"Okay." Julia Land hung up the phone.
Being a secretary for Thomas Sullivan actually wasn't too hard.
In the evening.
Sophia Hart dragged Julia Land to a KTV.