Zoe Lewis was nearly bursting with laughter inside. These high heels were a limited edition, and Cherry Lewis had gone to great lengths to order them. She just brought them ho yesterday, wore them for an hour, and now they belonged to Zoe!
Anything she wore, Cherry would never wear again.
She loved these shoes so much; she must be furious now.
Zoe put on the high heels with glee and made sure to poke at Cherry, "Wow, Sis, look, they fit perfectly! Thank you, Sis, you’re so good to !"
Cherry’s face turned a shade of purple-red, her features twisted, yet she forced a fake smile, "Take them. Saves people from saying I’m bullying my sister."
A servant rushed in, "Madam, the Young Master has sent a car to pick up the Second Young Miss Lewis!"
The elderly lady was delighted, "So quick? That rascal is surprisingly eager this ti!"
She happily packed the finest jar of honey and a bottle of blueberry jam into a box and handed it to Zoe, "Off you go!"
Zoe carried the redwood box, stepped in her high heels, and went out the door.
As she walked through the Garden Estate, the busy servants all turned their eyes to her as if they didn’t recognize her.
Zoe chuckled softly, am I really that good-looking?
It was her first ti wearing pastel pink, her first ti in a cheongsam, and she was still not quite used to it!
Exiting the Hunter Family’s quaint wooden gate, she saw a black Humr SUV parked at the entrance.
A man in a short-sleeved striped shirt got out of the driver’s seat and, upon seeing her, was taken aback: "You?"
Zoe had calculated thoroughly but didn’t expect the person picking her up to be Left Hong!
She was over the moon inside; what kind of day was today? Everything was going her way!
"Hello, Secretary Zuo, my na is Zoe Lewis. Please take good care of from now on."
Zoe extended her hand with a radiant smile.
Left Hong was dazzled by her smile, lowered his gaze, shook her hand formulaically, took the redwood box from her, put it in the trunk, and turned wordlessly to get in the car.
If soone else was driving, Zoe would definitely sit in the back seat.
But since it was Left Hong driving, she promptly sat in the front passenger seat.
Sitting this close, Zoe could even sll the light scent of his shower gel. It was a n’s mint fragrance, fresh and pleasant, with an icy note, much like him.
"Secretary Zuo, I sent you so many ssages, why didn’t you reply to a single one?"
"Busy."
"Yes, really busy, too busy to reply with even a word, but had ti to block , right?"
"Mistake."
"So when will you take off the blacklist? I’m a friend of your boss’s wife, you wouldn’t dare show no respect, would you? If I accidentally say a few bad things about you to your boss’s wife, your days might not be so pleasant."
Left Hong gritted his teeth, "I’ll add you back."
"So, if I send ssages from now on, will you reply?"
"Yes."
"And if we run into each other on the road, you won’t purposely ignore , right? Will you greet ?"
"Yes."
Zoe was satisfied, comfortably leaning against the Humr’s seat.
The high-slit cheongsam, even while seated, still allowed glimpses of her thigh to show.
She glanced sideways at Left Hong, seeing he was treating her like air, she couldn’t help but check herself in the rearview mirror.
Pretty good-looking indeed, and judging by the reactions of the elderly lady and others, her outfit was definitely impressive. How co Left Hong didn’t even spare a glance?
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