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Terrence Lentz’s heart was racing.
He felt full of energy.
He never knew he could ride a bicycle so fast.
This scene also stunned the young man in the car who was watching the excitent.
He was dumbfounded.
“Holy shit!”
Is it that easy to flirt?!
And the other party is such a beautiful girl.
Who would believe it if they didn’t see it with their own eyes?
Lesson learned!
As the saying goes, practice makes perfect.
Just then, a young woman walked by.
The young man cleared his throat, “Hey, beauty, need a ride?”
The young woman looked at him, “Are you giving this car away?”
“Yeah.” The young man nodded.
The young woman ca over, “I need to go near the 3rd Ave Line Subway Station, how much?”
Learning from what he just saw, he said, “No fare, just give a kiss, and I’ll give you a free ride.”
The young woman smiled and said, “Really?”
Unexpectedly, this trick really worked!
The young man was so excited that he imdiately nodded, “Of course!”
The young woman walked to his side, and before the young man could react, she lifted her bag with both hands and slamd it down on his head, “Die, pervert!”
The young man was knocked out cold.
Seeing stars, crying.
Why is this scene so different from what he imagined?!
In less than half an hour, Terrence Lentz had dropped Viola Thompson off at the entrance of her apartnt building.
He didn’t know if he was tired or hot.
At this mont, his heart was beating faster than ever.
Thumping, pounding.
One beat after another.
Viola Thompson jumped off the back seat with ease, “Would you like to co in for so tea?”
“It’s, it’s getting late I, I have to go.”
As soon as he said it, Terrence Lentz felt like an idiot.
Why was he stamring?
Not manly at all!
Viola Thompson gave a light smile, “Alright then, be careful on the road.”
“OK.”
“Good night.” Viola waved to him.
“Good night.”
On the way back, he rode his bike at a fast pace.
At this mont, Terrence Lentz’s mood was very excited.
His heart seed to want to jump out of his chest.
He did not return to the Lentz Family Villa.
Instead, he went to an apartnt.
Three bedrooms and two living rooms.
Grey and black decoration sche, like his entire personality, mysterious and distant.
Terrence Lentz took off his shirt and threw it on the sofa.
Then, with his upper body bare, he went over to the refrigerator and opened the freezer door, taking out a bottle of mineral water, opening it with one hand and drinking more than half of the icy water in one breath.
Water droplets slid down the corner of his mouth.
They went down his Adam’s apple, then his gracefully curved collarbone, then his strong abs, and finally disappeared on his beautiful rmaid line.
If soone was there right now, seeing such a perfect body, they would definitely be unable to resist screaming.
After drinking a bottle of icy water, Terrence Lentz still felt thirsty, so he took out another one.
Even after two bottles of icy water, he still couldn’t suppress the heat inside his body.
Unable to control it.
For Terrence Lentz, this adult male, it was a first.
Terrence frowned helplessly looking at a certain part of his body that was changing.
In the end, he went to the bathroom and took a cold shower.
It wasn’t until an hour later that he walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, casually picked up a cigarette and lighter from the coffee table, and stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, staring down at the view below.
58th floor.
The best floor for overlooking the cityscape at night.
A mont later, a wisp of dark blue fla sprang up from the lighter, igniting the cigarette held between the fingers of his slim lips. As the smoke curled up around his delicate features, with the up and down movents of his Adam’s apple, he seed incredibly sexy.
She must be the only person who doesn’t care about his identity, right?
Terrence Lentz squinted his eyes, exhaling a puff of smoke.
At this mont, the phone rang. The man picked up the phone with his other hand while holding the cigarette, “Hello?”
“The docunts are in the second drawer on the left side.”
After Viola Thompson left, Beatrice Black pulled Rachel Barton’s hand and asked, “Hey, is your friend a local?”
“No.” Rachel shook her head.
“How old is she?” Beatrice asked imdiately.
“The sa age as .” Rachel answered.
Beatrice squinted her eyes. If she’s the sa age as Rachel, she probably doesn’t have a boyfriend yet, should she introduce a guy to her?
Maybe she could ask for an introduction fee.
With Viola being so beautiful, it should be easy to earn thousands of dollars.
Beatrice didn’t say her thoughts out loud, after all, she had only just t Rachel, and couldn’t let her find out her intentions so quickly.
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