Celia Sharon shuddered violently, "Are you Mr. Mill?"
In the darkness, the man didn't answer and said, "Your figure isn't bad either, you've recovered quite well. You've traded her for quite a few things you wanted, haven't you?"
It seemed like this person knew her secrets. Celia Sharon quickly contemplated and pulled her clothes together, the lewd, coquettish smile disappearing: "What do you mean? I don't understand what you're saying. If you are Stewart Mill, then I am here for the interview. If you do not wish to see me, I will leave right now. But if you're willing to see me, then... could we possibly have a better, more in-depth conversation?"
Celia Sharon curled the corners of her mouth, her makeup was already removed, but her eyebrows were semi-permanent, her lips were dyed, the eyeliner was tattooed, and she was wearing cosmetic lenses, so she was still very confident in her appearance. Plus, having been around men, her voice and seductive skills had greatly improved.
