Simp, Who Are You? novel Chapter 12

Isla is already good-looking, from the appearance of the place, there are a lot of people looking at her, and there are even men, walking without looking at the road, head off to stare at Isla, so much so that accidentally hit a telephone pole.

At this time, Liam coldly remembered that Silas had told him yesterday that she was a famous beauty, and he wondered how many people would envy him and pick this delicate flower.

But now, this delicate flower, he does not want.

Liam's stature is straight, and his appearance is extremely handsome, which can be called a ghostly work of art, with a high nose, and icy thin lips, adding to his reserved taste. Naturally, it also attracts a lot of people's attention.

So much so that the assistant silently skimmed his eyebrows, old Torres feeling that year, it is simply right ah, Mr. and Miss White, is a pair made in heaven, where the two people stand, will become the focus. He really can't think of any other woman worthy of standing with Mr..

But the gentleman insisted on divorce, he was an assistant, and not good enough to say much.

Isla was just talking to Emily, her eyebrows looked very soft, heard the sound of the car engine, then slightly lowered his head, saw Liam at the bottom of the steps, a moment, those soft suddenly swept away, all cold.

Liam's expression, equally icy, raised his steps and walked up the steps.

Isla glanced at her watch and mocked, "Mr. Torres, you're five minutes late, can you live up to your own insistence that I sign the divorce papers yesterday by being so inactive in your divorce today?"

Watch her reprimand him for not being aggressive enough in his divorce.

Liam was inexplicably angry, so he said coldly, "I don't need to worry about whether I can afford myself or not."