Belltown inn.
"I'm not certain if this will suit your billionaire taste, but believe me, it's worth your stay."
Dia said as soon as Albert got the door for her as she stepped out of the limo. Max was already standing to walk her into the guesthouse.
"I had no idea that you go out a lot."
He said as she tucked her arm into his and they walked towards the door. Albert on the other hand was wearing the usual mean gaze and distorted face.
"Might take a while, Albert. Drive around, I'll call you when we are through."
Max had turned to Albert who nodded his head, avoiding the belittling gaze of Dia.
"I don't really go out. Only when I get an invitation or a call you know."
She said as the door opened and they stepped in, walking towards the receptionist or say, attendants.
"Them boys still take you out?"
She looked at him and shook her head slightly,
ZuxianUhmmm. I wish they were in their right minds.
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