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The name echoed in the head of Jennifer for a while. But she knocked it off her mind. There was no way in the heavens and on earth that the supposed son who was named after such a grand and prestigious business was a common cab driver. You only get to see such trashy events in movies.

"Do you mind telling me your own name?" Avalon asked her from the cab.

She scoffed and turned. "I never asked you for your name, did I?"

"Courtesy demands that you tell me. Come on. I just told you mine."

"Well, I never asked for your name," she replied.

"Does that mean I won't get to know your name?" He asked with a pitiful look on his face.

Jennifer stood for a few seconds as if giving it a proper consideration as to whether or not she should let the name out. Then,she said half-heartedly, "You can call me Jennifer."

Avalon grinned. "That's a sweet name you've got there. Do you mind if I simply call you Jenny?" He stroked his jaw. "That sounds sweet, doesn't it?"

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