Julie Chen Book の小説・ストーリー

"How Do I Look?“ Julie asked her mother and me, focusing on us with a fat smile on her face. She wore a red asymmetric sequin plunging V-neck strappy dress, with a Zoey lace-up chunky heel sandal. Her face was gorgeous, the Smokey makeup kindled her brown eyes. She loosened her hair and allowed her curly jet black hair to fall, meeting her waist. Thanks to Jennie and my regular visits to countless salons and boutiques, I can instantly identify outstanding details concerning ladies. But I don't feel bad for paying so much attention to woman's interests. The more I stared at Julie, I felt a sense of lust toward her but immediately relieved my mind of such thoughts. But of course the tension in

Wei Chen shifted his dark gaze past Julian's broad frame, trying to catch a glimpse of Chloe in the shadows. "Bring me the architect," Wei Chen commanded, dropping the conversational tone entirely. "Liam promised us a brilliant asset ten years ago to cover his gambling debts. We are simply here to collect the merchandise we were promised. Surrender the woman and the ledger keys she holds, and I will allow you to bleed to death in peace." "Over my dead body," Julian snarled, his voice a devastating roar that shook the dust from the ceiling. "That is precisely the arrangement I anticipated," Wei Chen replied coldly. He raised his hand, snapping his fingers once.

We attempted to open the book, but it was sealed with magic, frustrating our efforts. "Julie, something seems different about you," I observed as we sat sipping lattes in my room. Julie smiled. "I've been doing combat and running, so you were surprised at my speed when I yanked the book from you," Julie explained with a smile. However, I couldn't shake the feeling that she was still hiding something. I shook my head, realizing I'd been doubting people around me lately. At least, I thought, I shouldn't doubt my best friend. Julie and I shared stories about Grace, discussing how I met her and how she had a similar story to Julie's.

Not when my baby's life hung in the balance. Mrs. Chen appeared with tea I couldn't drink. Damien made phone calls I couldn't follow. I sat frozen on the couch, one hand on my stomach, wondering how everything had fallen apart so quickly. Two hours felt like two years. When the doorbell rang again, I jumped. Damien answered it, and a woman swept inside like she owned the world. Victoria Chen was stunning. Mid-thirties, with her mother's Chinese features and a body that her designer suit showed off to perfection. Her heels clicked authoritatively across the floor. Diamond studs glinted in her ears. Everything about her screamed success and power.