Heroic Protection of the Flower
The bar was originally a special place, and sometimes the booth was even more ambiguous. The bar did not pretend to be an idol here, so under the witness of Miss Smith, no matter how Mr. Zara roared, it would be useless without evidence.
When Yara came out of the bar and was blown by the night wind on the street, he was much more awake.
Usually, it was his style not to offend anyone in the world. Tonight, he might be impulsive because of the alcohol!
Even that lecherous old thing might have some use in the future!
Since then, there had been another enemy. Yara sighed.
"Are you the second largest shareholder of Bishop Group, Yara?" Sara looked at him from behind.
Yara stopped in his tracks. The clothes he had just bought today were extremely clean and flat, and the edges of his pants and shirt were fresh and fresh. This made his entire image even more clean and elegant!
Under the street lamp, his shadow drew a long shadow on the ground!
