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Chapter 2147
Allan calmly glanced in the direction where the big guys left. They are very powerful, the founder of such and such charity fund, the dean of such and such hospital, and such and such singing superstar… …
If it weren’t for a dinner appointment today, who would have thought that these high-ranking figures would be inextricably linked to the Xiao family.
They are like a net, intertwined, engaged in various black transactions.
Allan curled his thin lips, “Master, I will behave well.”
“That’s right, Dad, Allan is your son-in-law, so don’t worry about handing over the business to him,” Monica said sweetly, holding Allan’s strong arm.
Mr. Xiao nodded, “Then I’ll go back first, Allan, you take Monica home.”
Elder Xiao left in the car.
“Allan, tonight is… to you or to me?” Monica raised her head and secretly gave a smirk to Allan.
He stretched out his hand, put his arm around Monica’s shoulder, and pulled her into his arms. His handsome face approached her with a warmth that only two people could hear. The voice whispered, “Aren’t we waiting for the wedding night? It seems that you are a…little greedy cat.”
She has been with many boyfriends, but none of them are as attractive as Allan. If Tabatha is a blank sheet of love, then Monica is an old driver. She knows that Allan’s strong and wild body contains a power that can make women’s souls pin to the floor.
They all say that he is walking spring. She can’t wait to taste the medicine.
In Monica’s view, a man is her play-thing, not a man sl33ping with her, but she sl33ping with a man.
Allan is no exception.
However, he is indeed difficult to handle and is different.
She squeezed twice, flirting and cursing, “Allan, you are really bad.”
He was dyed with a smile, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes. At this moment, he felt a gaze falling on him, and he looked up.
On the opposite street, there was a luxury car parked at some point, and a slender figure stood beside the luxury car. It was…Tabatha.
She should have arrived early, and stood there quietly, collecting all the flirting and cursing between the two people.
Allan ran into her apricot eyes, and now she was looking at him, and he was looking at her, eyes facing each other.
Allan froze.
Perhaps aware of his strangeness, Monica was confused, “Allan, what are you looking at?”
Monica turned and looked.
But he hugged her tightly in his arms, hiding her sight, “Let’s go back.”
Monica nodded, “Okay.”
The two got into the luxury car, and Allan stepped on the accelerator and galloped away.
As the luxury car drifted away, he looked up and looked through the rearview mirror. From a distance, he saw the slender figure still standing there, as if watching him.
His fingers grabbed the steering wheel all of a sudden, and Allan asked himself to take his gaze back. He repeatedly warned himself—Don’t look back! Never look back!
For so many years, no matter what kind of swords, spears, swords, and halberds, he has never looked back.
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