Whispers around Clara Chapter 17

Inside the luxurious presidential suite, the heart of the glass stands in the window stroking the huge diamonds in the box, the camel star, the treasure of the European royal family.

“The heart of the glass, I haven’t seen it for a long time.” I don’t know how long it took, and a steady male voice rang.

The heart slowly turned to look at the uninvited Asian-African mixed-race children. Seeing their tiredness, the handsome face lost its original calmness. The current faint road said: “Long time no see, Ya.”

When I saw the familiar motorcycle, the heart of the glass knew who the person was. Muya, the thief of the head of the man in the organization, has always been known for calmness and has never lost his hand. He is a jeweler of diamonds and other jewels. It is also one of the companions who grew up together from an early age.

The man named Mingya looked at the flying camel star in his hand, shook his head and went down to the edge of the sofa to pour it down. He poured a glass of wine and sipped it for a while. He said: “I didn’t expect to be there. I met you here, Clara, I need your help.”