Chapter 9: Have We Met Somewhere Before?

After the pastries arrived, she went to look for the man who had asked her to buy them. “Sir, the pastries are here.”

The man holding a glass of wine in his hand looked at her carefully. Her long hair was pulled back into a bun, but because she had been busy, it hung loosely behind her head. A lot of strands had broken free and the bun looked

messy.

She wasn’t wearing makeup, had a small face, and her skin had tanned in the sun, but her eyes were big and bright.

She wore a loose round-neck T-shirt, denim pants, and canvas shoes. There was really nothing fancy about her.

Truthfully, she wasn’t his type, but that meant she was refreshing.

And how was she refreshing?

Naturally, it was because she was a poor woman.

“OK, I’m satisfied. Wait here.”

Then he went to call Spencer.

If his friend liked a woman, he would send her to them.

Alva didn’t know why the man was asking her to wait, but she wondered if he wanted to tip her for doing such a good job. With that thought in mind, she stood there and waited.

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The man walked up to Spencer and pointed at Alva, who seemed out of place at this party. “Hey, there’s that lady you like.”

holding a

his friend’s words and immediately let

wasn’t looking in their direction. He could only

approached

out

Little temptress, your Mr.

and pouted, “I,

as Spencer drew closer to Alva to get a closer look.

his sudden appearance,

met

He looked inquiringly at

immediately shook her head, “No, sir. We

like a very prominent figure, but you could tell at

didn’t know any rich people aside from

looked down after she finished speaking, “Sir, I’m busy, so I’ll leave

saw couples in every corner at this party. Some kissed boldly in public,

not a good place.

leave after she finished

her leave, but when she stepped out into the sunlight, he reached an epiphany. He clapped his hands and exclaimed, “I remember now!”

outburst made the people around him look. over, but Spencer ignored them and immediately pulled

studio dressing room.

a chair with a glass of

dressing table. He wore a black

man’s mouth slanted upward. His legs were crossed, and he had

a good friend, I’m worried about you

the

a designer, the darling of

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