"Is there something?" Liam Yancey skimmed over him with a frosty glance. His tall figure sat down on the genuine leather sunbed by the pool. He lit a cigarette casually and took a drag.
Fierce Eagle lowered his head and reported everything Snow Eagle had communicated.
After listening, Liam exhibited no reaction. His handsome face was grim. His eyes squinted slightly, his suppressed aura so chilling.
"Go." After a while, he waved his hand, sucking in another puff of smoke, his voice icy.
"Yes." Fierce Eagle understood, hastily retreating and leaving...
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Tara Summer had a very long dream. Her dream continuously replayed the scene of George Summer and Robin Summer tangled together in bed, as if it was a movie.
