The three bosses immediately nodded.
He got off the car in a hurry with his briefcase.
The high-speed train usually doesn't stop for long.
Occasionally, one or two people would come up.
Amelia had a moment when she couldn't tell what was a dream and what was reality, she just felt like she wanted revenge, something burning in her throat and in her eyes too.
Carl's voice came through the noisy crowd, saying, "Don't overthink it, just get some sleep."
His tone was very low, and the temperature of his fingertips was just right to cool down.
"I feel terrible, but at least I'm still around to be a blood bag, right?"
Last time, Amelia found out that he seemed to really absorb some things from her.
His blood, indeed, had a deadly attraction to her.
However, Amelia didn't open her eyes, she just leaned on his shoulder and slowly suppressed her emotions.
It seems like she used to do the same thing, too many images in her mind.
Why was he dressed in ancient costume, while she sat in the upper s
