er stuff. I have prepared everything for you. But if there's anything else you need, there is a supermarke

ted in the back seat. And after hearing

ate? I might as well marry you!" A teasing sm

ood idea. I don't

er and uttered, "Mommy, plea

Uncle Roger is jus

ded, "What kind of frien

t, Wendy was utt

omeone better." She mana

n the US two and

College where she suffered from so much discrimination

al discriminatio

spoke broken English, wer

was when a lot of college guys began chasing after her––much to the jealousy

o helped her ag

ontact with Wendy. He knew that she needed money to take c

r was in some TV series, su

cting skills but also gain so

, Roger was defin

ill pay you

en you get the pay

lly trust m

urse, I have confiden

Roger came back

s called "The Story of Concubine Ivanka" under production. It cost th

same title. It was very popular online, and the

ected by Carter Williams, one

were needed. One of the supporting roles was in line with Wendy's image

reat opportu

With Roger as her very supportive agent, it was the perfect cha

was really grateful for all

won't laugh at you. After all, I'm as beautiful as a flower. It's reasonable for you to fall in

issistic

aningful look, and the two made an unb

nto a burst of laughter––m

aurant was a famous high-clas

ted into an ancient gateway. Inside were pavilions, terraces, bridges, and man-made rivers. A waiter in tra

oms were on the second floor. The decorations were in

me, but the open seat area on the fi

ny rich people!"

of this rest

r, especially amon

wonder how great

he second floor needed to be booked three months in advance.

o the hell

thing was impossi

urant is owned by one of my friends. I don't need to book it like the

d how Roger managed

to a private room

his first time to such a place. So, when he saw the traditional culture embed

e years since she last came to such

een that long, she w

ant to wash

wards the end. You can

I'll be ri

e corridor. But before she could even reach the doo

denly a voic

around her lower right leg. When Wendy gaze

her unique afro hair was like instant noodles. She was wearing a leather top with rivets, partnered with a gauze skirt e

ust have mistaken m

y, "I'm not a three-year-old child. How can I

d are y

ized, "Four! I am FOUR years old! I just celebrated m

ear-old kid.' Wendy's mouth twitch

r than Raymond, but somehow, she didn't fee

ter survived, she woul

the thought of her dead c

le gi

, come

ll.

tle girl grabbed her hand and dragged her in

and entering the private room,

ing formal clothes, enjoyin

he could only see the man's

ou, you are not beautiful in my daddy's eyes. I don't want my future brother or sister to gr

an was so angry that

daddy loves my mommy so much! You so-called beauti