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The latter also warily glancing at the cold-faced man famous in the Underworld for his ruthlessness. 'He really did come. I don't know if he's been hypnotized deeply. But surely, he's still an intelligent man so my message should get through him. Anyway, I only spoke the truth,' Maurice thought. "Vice-mayor too is not here. It seems you're not that important for them," said Paul nonchalantly. "You're the one that sent me that message, right? I liked your style. It's stupid but eye-catchy."

Paul: I'm. (Paris enters after him) Paul: (opens his mouth on seeing her) Oh... My... (holds Paris) You look like an angel from heaven Paris: Thank you. You're slightly getting better at being flirtatious (smiles) Paul: Takes a lot of practice... But I have to say, you look like a goddess Cecilia: (To Paul) Will you stop drooling over her (To Mr Smith and Paris) Please go in and make yourselves at home Mr Smith: Thank you

said a male voice It turned out that the voice came from one of Liem's ​​friends, namely Paul the champion before Liem became the world champion after that. "Hello, how are you, Mrs. Liem?" Asked Paul "Yes, Mr. Paul, then how is Mr. Paul himself?" Monic answered, asking "I'm fine too. Thank you madam, oh yes sorry have you heard from Liem?" Paul asked again Monic looked gloomy and silent sadly then answered "Nothing yet but he promised to return home soon after his business is finished" said Monic "Did I say wrong he looks gloomy and sad but he still looks good at answering my question, I didn't choose the wrong woman Liem" Paul said in his heart while praising in awe of the tough Monic.

Paul breathed a sigh of relief and went to Edward’s study with a box of documents. Edward was on the phone, discussing a business deal. When he heard the door being pushed open behind him, he didn't need to look back to know that it was Paul. By the time Edward finished the call, Paul had already taken out all the documents from the folder and arranged them neatly on his desk–each ranging from contracts to invitations. Seeing that Paul had not left, he asked. "Do you want to say anything else?" Paul hesitated before saying. "Young Madame said she cooked for you."

The sight of his smile brings forth a glimmer of relief and anticipation within her, as she realizes that this meeting holds the potential to alleviate the burdens weighing on her heart. Audrey's own smile illuminates her face as she greets him with a warm, "Good morning, Paul." The words float effortlessly from her lips, carrying a mix of genuine warmth and a touch of urgency. Paul's eyes reflect his genuine concern, his brows furrowing slightly as he takes in her appearance. "Audrey, is everything alright?" he inquires, his voice conveying a genuine desire to understand and assist. The depth of his concern is evident, etched across his face like an open book.

President Paul nodded, "Okay, don't look at me as big and three thick, I still have a little understanding of design." Arielle smiled lightly, "Then ask Mr. Paul for more advice." "Okay, no problem, then I'll go first, Brother Paul, Miss Arielle stay safe " Mr. Paul waved his hand and took himself with him. assistant left. After Mr. Paul left, Clovis Wilbert's face was a little unsightly, "Arielle, you can't be too impatient when you do things, but you can't rush to make a profit." Arielle looked at Clovis Wilbert in confusion.

What would become of Joseph's reputation? Paul's dislike of Mia increases. - The restaurant is becoming more and more professional. The dishes are delicious, and even the waitresses are very good selected. The one who served us earlier has very delicate skin, and I think I can handle her thin size with one hand. - Mr. Bacque, I'm going to serve you some wine. Paul moves forward to interrupt him in time. Maurice discovers the elongated face of Joseph and hastens to say with a smile: - Back on topic.

“You left the one about process.” “Yes.” That one was safe. That one was honest without being invasive. He smiled, the expression soft and approving. “Good.” Paul made a face, nose scrunching like he’d tasted something sour. “Process is boring.” Nao’s gaze shifted to him, steady and unimpressed. “To you.” Paul lifted a hand to his forehead in a theatrical gesture. “I’m a man of drama.” Celeste’s cursor moved across the screen, a quiet punctuation to her statement. “You’re a man of volume.”

she asked. Paul answered, "I took note of the steps." It could only be said that smart people could learn anything quickly and were good at whatever they did. Both the stuffed bell peppers and sautéed greens turned out great as well. Everything was delicious. "Really?" Even Paul, a dignified professor, also had moments of insecurity. Miranda chuckled. "No, I'm lying." Paul was taken aback. "What?" "I'm joking, it tastes delicious." Paul rolled his eyes and didn't respond.

I swear I've never seen a couple more unlucky than you! - Yes... – Missy gave a shy smile – What happened three months ago was horrible, it's true. But I was very lucky to have Logan by my side to get me through this after what those two did. – her smile became more comfortable, although Paul's reaction was not what she expected: first, he looked surprised, then confused and, when his eyes found a specific point right above Missy's shoulders, he looked startled by a thousandth for a second, before turning to face her, sketching a nervous smile, something that was very unusual for Paul and his carefree personality. 'Yes, yes, of course…' He chuckled, seeming to be trying, without much success