The he was parked in a low profile across the road. The man in the back seat was holding a mobile phone with his right hand and making a call. His brows were illuminated coldly by the lights outside the car window.
The bored Assistant looked around and saw a familiar figure on the stairs. He raised his face and thought, oh, wasn't that the Isla?
Knowing the importance of Miss Isla in the president's heart, Assistant reminded him in a low voice when he stopped talking, "Alpha, the person at the door of Nong seems to be Miss Isla."
Isla's head moved a little bit, feeling a little weightless. Just when she was about to call Henry, he saw a pair of black leather shoes walking into his sight.
"Miss Isla."
The music in the bar behind her was noisy, and the cool sound in front of her seemed to be a transparent barrier between her. A lot of the depression in her heart had been dispelled.
