Chapter 65

It was a black Bentley. Someone shouted, \"Mr. Johnson.\" then the familiar man walked out of the car with a cold face. He was wearing the usual black suit and white shirt, with a deep outline of his face. In the light of the hotel, he seemed to be shining, and his every move showed a faint domineering.

Sandy had long known that he was the focus of attention. No matter what kind of crowd he was standing in, his temperament would always make people see him at a glance in thousands of people.

In the meantime, his eyes seemed to be casual, but he looked at Sandy from afar.

But thinking of the shameless Lucas, Sandy pursed her lips.

Suddenly, a piercing pain came from his hand, as if his wrist bone was about to be crushed.

\"Remember to greet others.\"

Henry turned around and gave her a cold glance.

But soon, he met his friend in the shopping mall not far away. When he raised his head, he looked like a gentle gentleman again.

Sandy twitched her mouth and looked away.

Luca