Yannick, thank you for going along with my act just now. It was nice meeting you, and I hope we can see each other again sometime. I'll be going home now."
"Goodbye."
After saying these insincere words, Aria saw an empty taxi drive by on the street and immediately waved her hand.
The taxi backed up and stopped beside her.
She opened the door, got in, and closed the door with a "pat." From start to finish, even as the taxi drove past Yannick, Aria never looked at him again.
And just like that... she left.
Yannick stood there as if frozen, not moving at all.
She really... just left like that?
He couldn't believe his face, utterly unconvinced that he had just received such treatment.
So, was her eagerness to go on a date with him all fake?
She wasn't really here to go on a date with him at all.
She just wanted an excuse to leave and use his phone to contact Ashton Heath?
At this moment, Yannick felt like someone had just cruelly slapped his face, making it "pa pa" in pain.
