Tracey got in Bradley’s car and stretched out her hand. "Hello, Mr. Gil. I think you have known me, and I don't need to introduce myself."
She called him Mr. Gill, which meant, "I know you, don't play tricks."
For the smart, the communication was always easy. Bradley reached out to shake hands with Tracey, and the hands separate as soon as they touched.
Tracey closely attached the door. The space between them would be enough for two passengers. She tried to be calm, and she stayed alert.
She rarely took the same car with strangers, let alone with the man who she had seen only once. Although alert, Tracey didn't believe Bradley would do something crazy and illegal to her.
But It was better to be alert. After all, hearts lay between bellies.
"President Xia, you are quite famous in the business circle now, it was not easy to invite you out." Bradley said with a smile. From his energetic look, it was hard to guess his background.
"Mr. Gill, the ruby was your purchase. I guess you like to do transactions face-to-face. Well, please tell me your card number now..." Tracey took out her phone as she wanted to settle the payment quickly.
"Why are you in such a hurry, President Xia? I'm hungry," Bradley said.
These few words sounded a little nonsense, and Tracey was a little stunned. He talked so casually, as if he was an old friend of Tracey.
"Well... then let's eat first." She had to agree.
"Good." Then, Bradley didn't say more. He took out a cigar, but he suddenly remembered that a lady was sitting in his car.
Usually, he wouldn't take much care of this. However, Tracey was like the special and elegant black rose, and smoke would cause the flower to wither.
It was Bradley's first time to consider a woman's health. He had a strong addiction to cigarettes, and he used to be willful to smoke. Today, he acted differently.
Of course, Tracey observed his slight movement. "Go ahead, Mr. Gill, don't worry about me." Tracey said.
Although with Tracey's permission, Bradley still closed the cigarette box. Later, they had been silent all the way.
Tracey was informed that Bradley was an extremely domineering man with a strong desire for occupation. There was a word to accurately describe him, tyrant.
Tracey got ready to meet this tyrant. Out of her expectation, he looked very gentlemanly and didn't talk rudely.
The wired quiet atmosphere even embarrassed the driver. He turned on the speaker to play songs.
The French songs reminded Tracey of Adam. Tracey was sitting beside Bradley, but her heart had flied to France, the land of romance, and where her beloved was.
The music and the kick of cold cure made Tracey sleepy. She braced herself up by thinking, "this was a stranger's car, I can't sleep!"
The car slowly went into a parking lot. It belonged to a high-end private restaurant, which provided limited available seats every day and only served guests with status.
Ordinary people didn't even have the qualifications to make reservations here. Adam had brought Tracey here a few times before, so she knew this place.
"What are you looking at?" Bradley found Tracey was in a daze, standing at the entrance.
"Nothing." She looked away and felt that she had been poisoned by Adam, and everywhere related to him would make Tracey miss him.
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