A tall and slender figure was standing not far away. The breeze blew the fine hair on her cheek. Her cold face showed an indifferent expression. Her thin lips were slightly pursed. Jade Thompson whispered about his work to the secretary on the other end of the phone.
As if she noticed the gazes falling on her, she slightly turned her eyes and looked towards Ava Morgan.
Because she was shooting materials, Ava Morgan's clothes were a bit thin. The white one-shoulder sweater on her upper body was slim and casual, and her exposed white shoulders looked delicate and thin.
The low-key bamboo leaf necklace between her beautiful collarbones still hangs on her skin as always, unafraid of being exposed. Just like Ava Morgan herself, she never felt that her relationship with Jade Thompson was something that needed to be hidden.
His brows relaxed slightly, and before the gentle smile on his lips could spread, Jade Thompson saw his mother standing next to Ava Morgan, waving to him.
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