"Heh, someone seems to have fallen in love." Paul Nelson leaned on the window sill of the back seat and stared at Sharon with a grin. He did not notice that someone's face had suddenly turned dark.
Oliver Adams sat in the passenger seat as he held the hand with a cigarette outside the window. He pinched the cigarette between two fingers and flicked the ash off with his index finger. "That kid is Pierre Guerin's only son, and he has high hopes for him to succeed the Guerin family and continue their legacy of political power.
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"Pierre Guerin's son, eh? Not bad, not bad. He's from a decent family and pretty good looking. Although he's slightly inferior compared to Sharon, I would say that he passed." Paul concluded.
Oliver looked over to the person next to him. Seeing his expression
