Outside the arched glass door of Yansha Friendship, a black Bentley stopped quietly. Isabella Cross, wrapped in a black coat and long leather boots, with sunglasses covering most of his face, got out of the car, looked around, and then strode into the mall.
Her hair was down, hanging softly behind her and in front of her chest. The silk scarf adorned her fair and slender neck just right. The little bit of skin exposed was kept as soft and tender as ice and snow, like a young girl in her twenties. Several male customers couldn't help but look back at her when they passed by, and some even showed friendly smiles, but Isabella Cross's face under the sunglasses was expressionless.
She pushed open the door of a coffee shop in the mall, and the waiter came quickly towards her, but she just waved her hand. The small half of her face under the sunglasses had extremely deep and delicate features, without revealing any emotion. She just glanced around and then quickly walked to a round wooden table in the corner.
Marcus Blackwell put down the white porcelain cup in his hand and looked up at her.
Isabella Cross sat opposite him and took off his sunglasses. The moment she saw her brother, an indescribable expression appeared on her face, which was very complicated, but there was no malice or dissatisfaction, on the contrary, there was a deep, faint sadness.
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