Mr. Black stood blankly in the middle of the warehouse.
He wore a black knee-length coat and a blue suit, the same color as Avery's dress. Avery looked at him. His figure was slim and slender, giving people a sense of elegance and cool.
Looking at him, it occurs to Avery that an elegant poem for describing men.
"Have we met before?" Avery blurted out, but soon she shook her head.
"We had met before. I hope I can see you every day," Evan made an embarrassing smile and asked, added in the limited time, "By the way, in the Presidential office, you just mentioned the condition. So, what do you want?"
"Condition? What?"
"The condition for marrying you," Mr. Black answered quickly. "What are they talking about? Do they think the kidnapper and I are nobody? How can they have a chat now?" Mr. Black thought to himself.
For an instant, Avery froze and thought, "Does he want to know about it?"
