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"Sorry, I'm sure you've been waiting a very long time, Miss Davidson?"

Isabella entered the waiting room, her eyes caught a figure sitting gracefully. Her hair is blonde and long, her clothes are so elegant and look sexy though not short.

As a woman, Isabella honestly felt envious of how beautiful the figure in front of her was. Isabella was silent again, what would happen if it was like this? William how could avoid the charm of a beautiful woman like this figure in front of Isabella.

“You are Miss Amaris?” asked the figure. Even the woman's voice is so melodious.

Isabella swallowed hard, to compete with the woman in front of her maybe Isabella needed to be reborn.

“Yes, call me Isabella, miss. I'm the managing director of the Bronson group. uhm, you… I mean is there anything I can help you with? Why are you looking for me?"

Isabella was still trying to make small talk, even though her palms were dripping with cold sweat. This of course is not a discourse that should be justified. It
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