The phone screen clearly displayed the text message content.
"I owe you a favor."
Signed below—KING. Amanda. Theresia!
Lucas Walker?!
Phoebe looked at the message on the screen, curling her lips.
If that guy knew he was Sikong Yueming, he probably wouldn't say that, right?!
"Sir!" The assistant walked over, "Several magazines want to invite you for an exclusive interview, what do you think?!"
Phoebe stood up from the chair.
"Reject!"
"Alright." The assistant nodded, "In three days, you have an event in Italy, when do you plan to leave?"
"Tomorrow."
The competition has ended, everything is settled, it's time for him to return to his life.
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Bitterford.
Anglesey Tea House.
In the private tea room, four seats face each other.
Opposite the table, sat an elegantly dressed girl in a cheongsam, her face gentle and graceful.
