Chapter 398 A Vixen (1/2)

Though her eyelids kept twitching because of this idea.

But she still couldn't control her thoughts.

She really wanted to blow up at Baron as long as he could take off the coat of that hypocrite.

Sometimes Debbie even felt that she was a little abnormal. For example, at this time, she was so bored that she just wanted to see Baron angry.

Since they met again, this person had become more and more mature. He didn't have any expression on his face, and there was no trace of childhood.

That was how the sense of distance arose slowly.

Before the woman could leave, Consuela grabbed her arm and said with a hopeful expression, ”Debbie, please don't do that.”

As far as she knew, there were only one or two reasons why she didn't tell this woman. Besides, she could guess slightly.

Debbie didn't pretend to leave but asked, ”So what? Do you really believe what I said last time?”

Consuela nodded firmly.

She did not really believe Debbie's words. She just wanted to let go of her lowliness, and did not want to say anything more to retain her trust.

If she could see that man flirt with other women during the cold war between them, she could really give up completely.

After all, no one would like something unclean.

A man or an object, they were the same.

The host was still speaking on the stage. The two people who had relied on their inner relations to come were standing in the corner, looking at the others raise their hands to applaud.

Consuela pressed her lips together. The only thing she wanted to know was whether the man would bring a date with him on stage. She was not interested in anything else.

She just slightly put her eyes on the stage.

In a pair of high-heeled shoes, Mary walked to them with a glass of wine in her hand. She was still young at the beginning, but she worked overtime with the old witch, Richie. No matter how hard she tried to maintain her skin, time had left traces on her face.