Oh, My Dear Mr. Crowley

Samantha is so angry that her face turns red as she yells at Rachel. Arthur remained stoic, which did not help Samantha's temper. "Don't talk nonsense!" Samantha spat at Rachel. "Arthur would never be interested in that kind of woman." Rachel sneered at Samantha's comment, thinking to herself that any man would be interested in a woman like Vivienne. After all, Vivienne had a reputation for captivating men's hearts, even if only for a night.

At the gate, James handed Vivienne a thick envelope: "Miss Scully, this is Mr. Crowley for you as payment for that night."

Vivienne opened it, and it was full of dollars.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Vivienne laughed at herself. "He has a conscience."

"Then I'll go back. You have a good journey."

"Wait a minute."

Vivienne took out a lipstick and made up her face. Then she took out a new banknote from the envelope and stamped a bright red lipstick on it: "Give it to your boss. This is his service charge. James immediately felt that the bill with the lip print was a bomb; either take it or don't take it.

Finally, Vivienne shoved the bill into his pocket.

As the plane took off, Vivienne took one last look at the familiar city below.

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She wants to remember the appearance of the city, remember the faces of those people, always remind her that she is the enemy, has not reported.

When the plane entered the cloud, Vivienne looked back and saw a corner of the envelope sticking out. She couldn't help laughing. Everyone said Vivienne was her mistress, and it seemed that she had stolen each of their men, but Sebastian was the only man she had slept with...

And this one man and he planned it all.

Vivienne flashed a cool and charming smile at the corner of her lip, but it didn't matter because she had angered him. Sooner or later, when she would meet them, she would defeat them all as they wished. Three years later...

Los Angeles Airport, the T2 exit is crowded; the international flight from China to Los Angeles just arrived.

Long black hair, such as seaweed, on their shoulder with her walking ups and downs, wide sunglasses covering half a white face, the red lips below the sunglasses more striking and enchanting, thin high heels, through the sound, like stepping on the heart of the drum, fashion week just exhibition of the early spring trench coat, wear on her body, even more, beautiful than the model, charming with handsome, It seems to be very seductive.

And thousands of people, she dazzled like gravel gems, bright, looking at the posture.

Passers-by, some can not help but pick up mobile phones secretly to take photos. "Is it a star?"