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“S-Slow down a bit, Madame Russell! Why are we going so fast? Did you leave something in the oven?” “Yep. That’s right. Something in the oven. Right,” she muttered under her breath, distracted. A moment later, she regretted being secretive and decided to talk it out. “Dee Dee, what are your thoughts on this Mr. Reed?” she asked in a hushed voice. Deirdre widened her eyes, nonplussed. “Er, he’s a really nice guy.” A very well-mannered, even-tempered guy, in fact. He was steadfastly gentle even in the face of her overreaction.

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"Madam I'll being it for you." "..."

she said. Arlene let out a soft chuckle When she heard this, COCO BEAR. She said to herself as she heard her subconscious mind laugh so loud, while she tried so hard to control herself on the outside. "Cut it out mum," he said in a cold tone, and then he pulled away from the hug. Even after breaking the hug, Mrs. Yan wouldn't let go of her son. She an arm around his waist and asked about Arlene. "You finally brought a girl home?" She said.

"Hello young master Decker, I'm Emmie Ogiem , I'm your secretary." A melodious voice coming from the other line .

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After Diana finished speaking, he didn't hear any response for a long time. He couldn't help but glance in the rearview mirror, only to see that the man's eyes were slightly dazed, and there was no expression on his face, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking. Diana pursed his lips, does Mr. really care about Mrs. now? But it was a matter of human life, he couldn't help but say again: "Sir, Madam she"