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Chapter 993
Silvia didn’t show any pride. The persona she set up for herself was a pure gentle little girl. She covered her red face with two small hands, and then looked at the people next to her in an anguish. Oops, you are all laughing at me, I won’t play with you anymore.”
Silvia turned around and ran away.
Everyone laughed and said, “Princess Silvia, where are you going? I think Princess Silvia left her birthday to call President Holden, haha.”
Silvia left the hall. She stood in the corridor and took out her mobile phone and dialed the familiar phone number.
The melodious mobile phone rang once, and then was picked up, a deep and magnetic voice slowly passed to the ear, “Hey.”
That end is Holden!
Silvia squeezed the phone, calling him in a sweet and delicate voice, “Mr. Lu”
At this time, in the airport, a low-key and luxurious private jet landed slowly, with a golden font… L printed on the fuselage.
This is Holden’s private jet, and it is also the only symbol of his noble status as the number one chaebol now.
There are already many people waiting, with blue cards hanging between their necks, standing respectfully and rigorously at both ends, they are all waiting for Holden to get off the plane.
Soon Holden’s tall and straight body broke into the sight. After three years, Holden’s 360-degree handsome face with no dead ends has become more three-dimensional and deep, and every line on his handsome face looks like It was the meticulous polishing of the painter, the sword eyebrows into the temples, and the thin l!ps that were lightly pressed. Now he is so handsome and outrageous.
It is said that time is the most precious asset of a man. The sharp angles on Holden’s body have all been polished. He has been precipitated by time with a deep and introverted body. The three years of immersion in business worlds have given him profoundness. Life experience.
Now 32-year-old Holden has become an existence that even women can’t refuse. For countless nights, he has to enter the dreams of those famous delicate spring boudoirs.
Today, Holden was wearing a handmade black suit with a thin black woolen coat. He slowly walked out of the cabin, his gestures filled with dignity.
After getting off the plane, he squeezed the phone with one hand, followed Smith behind him, and strode out. His stride was sonorous and his own aura fulfilling for a woman with a deer heart. The two long legs wrapped in black trousers cut like a blade followed each other. A step out of the lingering arc.
At this time, Mr. Lu, Silvia came from the end of his phone.
Holden’s footsteps suddenly stopped.
This sound, Mr. Lu, seems familiar.
This sweet, sweet, sweet, and sweet sound of Mr. Lu was once his favorite.
Holden stopped suddenly, and everyone present there panicked, and quickly stood ready. What happened?
At this time Smith stepped forward and cautiously tentatively said, “Young Master, what’s wrong?”
Holden’s handsome face didn’t fluctuate, he narrowed his handsome eyes, “It’s okay.”
He squeezed his phone out of the airport and entered the lobby. As he walked, he said to Silvia at the other end, “Received the birthday present?”
“Yeah, Mr. Lu, thank you for the firework show. I really liked it. I’m courteous. I also prepared a gift for Little Albert. He will love it.”
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