Ethan Luo’s face was cold, and his whole body exuded a clear breath that no one could come near. His eyes stayed on Grace Ye’s face for a moment. During this moment, the cold light that burst out of it, wished to eat her meat and drink her blood.
Grace Ye knew that he had misunderstood, and anyone who saw the picture would not guess in the direction of optimism, but he still approached her and kept clear of all her whereabouts. He did not stop watching her schedule.
She deliberately said, “I’m going to Britain, not to Moscow.”
Hawk-like eyes pierced her again, Grace Ye hooked her lips, watching the cabin door slowly close.
The flight attendant and Ethan Luo’s personal assistant were there. She did not speak again after sitting down, and the voice of the captain came from the cabin as the plane slowly ran out of the runway.
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