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A text message came in.
Reading the text message, a woman's cold and ruthless voice spoke up. "Alina Miller, I going to make you pay!"
She replied to the text. "I don't think tonight is the right time. Continue reporting to me about her whereabouts!"
It was indeed hard to do anything with so many people at the barbecue. At the very least, it was hard to do it without being noticed and without leaving a trace.
Mia felt a little relieved after reading the text message. She could enjoy her dinner in peace tonight.
Modern barbecue was a self-serviced, buffet-style restaurant. Alina was in charge of the grill.
As for the beer, she ordered several cartons immediately.
There were four or five male colleagues in the design department, all of them could hold their liquor. Other femal
