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Chapter 1315
Although it is a simple word, this voice is extremely familiar, almost familiar to the bone, she cannot mishear it.
This should be…Christopher!
Why is he here?
Is it he who ordered the most beautiful girl here?
At this time, the lady boss opened the door of the luxurious box, “Girls, come in quickly.”
They all entered, and Amanda was standing outside, and she saw the inside scene.
In the luxurious box, the girls stood in a row, with a dim light inside, and there was a person sitting on the burgundy sofa, Christopher.
Christopher took off his coat, revealing the dark gray shirt and black trousers inside. He leaned his deep and upright body lazily into the sofa, and the two proud long legs were elegantly superimposed. People exude a sense of lofty gaze and the unpredictability that a man of this age should have.
The personal assistant stood behind him respectfully, and Mr. Ye put on white gloves and poured a little French collector’s edition red wine into the goblet, and then handed the goblet to Christopher, “Sir.”
Christopher stretched out his hand to pick it up, with one long arm opened casually on the back of the sofa, and he took a sip of red wine.
Then his deep, narrow eyes swept forward and glanced at the girls faintly.
Amanda’s pupils shrank, and it was… really him?
Is he here to buy joy?
Amanda didn’t know his relationship status over the years, but Diana said that his wife is Helen. She knows that Helen gave him a son. The day that son was born was the day she lost her daughter.
She and Helen were pregn@nt at the same time, she should have a daughter, and Holden had a younger sister, but
He is not too young this year. He is a man in his fifties. Amanda looked at him with a handsome face like a knife. Time has given him a deeper life experience. There are fine lines on the corners of his eyes, but they are not at all. Being old, it reveals an indescribable charm of a man.
Amanda didn’t expect to meet him here, and when she met him, she would buy human meat.
He bought. What about it, does his wife Helen know?
“Sir, the most beautiful girls are here, sir, take a look at how many to keep?” The lady boss smiled and looked at Christopher. Why does she think this man is a bit familiar?
The proprietress had no chance to know a man like Christopher, and she didn’t know how she would be overwhelmed by her little fan if one day she knew that Christopher himself had stood in front of her.
Christopher casually shook the red wine glass in his hand, watching the red mellow liquid sway in a squiggly arc on the transparent glass, “What do you guys have, tell me.”
These girls were stunned to see Christopher. The aura of a 50-year-old man is definitely not comparable to a man in his 20s and 30s. They are willing to stay with him overn!ght.
“I have a huge che$t!”
“My legs are long!”
“My face is the most beautiful!”
Amanda stood outside looking at these women vying for one another. They were very excited, and they all looked at Christopher in anticipation.
And Christopher sits elegantly on the sofa, like the emperor chooses which c0ncubine to be lucky at night.
Amanda gently curled her red l!ps, then turned and left.
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