Flash Marriage Makes A Perfect Match

An elegant club called Gindis, the City on a Cloud.

Allyce delahoz stroked her thigh-length red strapless dress and pushed back her long curls to make sure there was no mess. Then, with long, snow-white legs, she walked into the house.

At the door of the inn, the manager opened the door and gave her a respectful nod. allyce turned her head to look at the manager and then slightly raised her red lips: “Thank you.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Seeing the waitress leave with a red face, Allyce turned around with satisfaction and entered the booth.

She looked casually around the box with her blurry, teary eyes and saw her cousin, Senona Delahoz, sitting in the middle of the crowd. She had long black hair and wore a white dress. Out of the corner of her eye, she was talking to the person next to her, looking exceptionally soft and charming. Of course, it was only the feeling of a stranger.

It had been four years since Allyce had seen her, and Senona still looked like a little white lotus, innocent on the outside but actually with a heart of gold. No, that wasn’t true, she was an old white lotus.

The person next to her touched Senona’s arm and she looked towards the door.

“Allyce, you’re finally here. I thought you weren’t coming. …” Senona pretended to approach her and squeezed her arm affectionately. Then, suddenly, she covered her mouth in surprise and exclaimed, “Oh, why are you dressed like that?”

Allyce stroked her hair. Her eyes were haunting, but it was clear she was smiling charmingly: “Don’t you like me dressed like this? Yes, you work for Grandpa’s company and you have to wear a suit every day. If you haven’t seen this before, I can understand that.

Senona felt embarrassed. To maintain her ladylike appearance, she always dressed appropriately. Allyce saw that Senona said nothing, so she lifted her chin and turned to an empty corner.

Slowly and quietly, Allyce sipped her juice. Just back home, Cernona had pretended to make an appointment with her in front of her grandfather. No doubt she had done it on purpose.

The moment she sat down, a plump hand covered her waist and Allyce’s eyes grew cold. She stood up and poured the juice from her glass over the person who had touched her.

Someone notices and exclaims: “Oh my God, Mr Richie Nuncio! .

“Why are you doing this, please apologise to Mr. Richie!”

Senona noticed and approached: “Allyce, was it you who saw the juice on Mr. Richie? Please apologise to him”.

Allyce looked at her, threw down the empty glass in her hand and prepared to leave.

Before Senona could start speaking, a girl started speaking for her: “Senona is your cousin, how can you look at her like that, you’re rude! .

Another quickly interjected: “Her mother died when she was very young, her father went to prison and she grew up in the desert, so it’s normal for her to have bad blood!

Senona frowned in aggravation. Don’t judge Aris like that, she’s like that, but she’s not bad ….”.

“Senona, you have too much tolerance for her. We all know what kind of person Allyce is. …”

“Yes, and since she went through an abortion in high school, what kind of person can she be?”

“…”

What a familiar scene. It was the same scene that happened four years ago. Everyone was blocking her in front of the school. Everyone was talking bad about her, going on and on about bad things she hadn’t done, making her a target for attack.

Allyce clenched her hands and made a cold face, but she couldn’t say anything.

Mr. Richie gestured to the numerous women wiping his face and then took a drink from the man next to him. His eyes filled with hatred and he suddenly grabbed Alys: “If you drink this drink, I’ll let you go!”. .

Mr. Richie put the glass in her hand and, as Megan was about to throw it away, she turned to see a man standing a step away, looking at her coldly.

The man was tall and strong, dressed in a black dress and black trousers. He looked very strong. His head was slightly bowed and his face was angular. His eyes were golden, which gave him a touch of mystery and arrogance.

Someone asked in a whisper: “Who is that man?

“I don’t know where he’s from, but he looks very handsome!”