Deep down, she was still somewhat fierce, and once she made a decision, she would never repent.
She went to the parking lot with the man, got into his car, and returned to the familiar Bay Area, back to the familiar villa.
Nothing much had changed here; she was as familiar as if she could find the door with her eyes closed.
Someone wanted to search her, but she refused. The man also avoided the search process, claiming it was her "privilege."
Ten minutes later, she met the old acquaintance, Mr. Hoff, here.
...
Mr. Hoff kept staring at her. Perhaps because of this, she had to say something, or maybe she felt uncomfortable with the current situation, she said, "The past life is over, Mr. Hoff."
"I'm married now and no longer do this kind of work, please don't make things difficult for me!"
Mr. Hoff lounged on the sofa. He appeared proper and gentlemanly on the surface, but the strong desire hidden in his eyes was like a flame, making people uneasy.
