"Of course," Yamilet said as she rummaged through her bag.
When Chelsea saw the bag, her breathing became tense.
She secretly glanced at Russell. He was lowering his eyes and slowly savoring the wine. It seemed that he did not notice the bag.
He probably didn't even look at the gifts that others sent him, so how could he know what that bag looked like?
After all, he couldn't even tell if she got changed three times a day at home.
Thinking of this, Chelsea felt a little relieved.
Yamilet searched for a long time and only took out a pen. She looked up and said apologetically, "Sorry, I forgot to bring paper with me. How about another day? Or I can sign my name later and let Mr. Caldwell hand it to you."
"If it's possible, can you sign on my wrist?" Geovanni asked with a smile.
Chelse
