The next day, Viola woke up early because she could not sleep well.
With her eyes half-opened, she looked up at the gray-blue sky and thought of the night before with mixed feelings.
Viola probably had a bit of emotional blunting. In order to carry out her plan of revenge, she kept self-disciplined. A person who breaks free of the constraints of emotions would gain victory.
Viola thought what Steven did was unnecessary.
No longer sleepy, she got up to wash her face and put on makeup, drove out the door after seven and headed for the office.
Halfway up on the viaduct, Viola looked out of her car window, where Hayan City was slowly waking up, and the morning light from the row upon row of tall buildings fell on her window.
The message came and she took a look.
-- Did you dream about me, sugar mama?
Viola gave out a tut. As she wanted to block his message, but she suddenly remembered that she needed him to investigate the 150 million, so she had to give up.
Ten seconds later, another one came.
-- Are you still in bed, sugar mama?
Really annoying!
Viola threw away her phone and honked her horn several times. Her calm mood was disturbed by Steven, and the congestion started to upset her.
Her phone vibrated endlessly.
Steven sent a video. Viola winked, thinking of his abdominal muscles.
Her hand shivered. Actually, she took fancy on his figure. Bewitched, she picked up her phone, and clicked on the video.
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