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Tess handed him a helmet. Once he got on, she smiled. “Hold on tight.”
“Okay.”
Vroom!
Frederick loved speeding in cars, but he rarely rode motorcycles.
He clenched his fists and grabbed a small part of her leather jacket.
When they arrived at the hotel, his assistant saw him and finally relaxed.
“Mr. Shaw, are you alright?!”
“I’m fine.”
“I’m off. Bye.”
“Wait.”
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Frederick pulled out his phone, ready to add her on Instagram. But when he looked up, Tess was already gone.
“Isn’t that Miss Shaw’s friend?”
“Yeah.”
“You two-”
“Mind
your own business.”
Frederick walked inside and told his assistant to look into the night’s incident.
As for Tess, he would find her when he returned to Azure Peak City.
The next day, at Redwood Dining in Crest fall.
Tess wore an orange mini dress that showed her long, fair legs. The unique cut highlighted her curves perfectly, and her emerald–green hair stood out.
She scanned the room and her gaze landed on a man in a tailored suit.
She’d seen his photo. This was him.
She would end this in one go, so her father would stop setting up blind dates.
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She wanted the inheritance, but she had no interest in dating, marriage, or kids.
She walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
The man froze and stared at her.
“Miss Marlow?”
His voice was confused.
“Yeah.”
Hearing her answer, the man frowned, clearly unhappy with her outfit.
“You’re my blind date today.”
“Mhm.”
Tess stared right at him. “Body: 70 out of 100. Face: 50 out of 100.”
The man stared at her, speechless.
“Can you
“What?”
take a beating?”
Tess sized him up. “You look pretty weak. Can you handle a fight?”
“Miss Marlow, I’m your blind date.”
“I know. My first dating rule is he has to be tough. I don’t want to be a widow on my wedding night.”
The man frowned deeply. “You like hitting people?”
“It’s a hobby.”
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