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nOn Tuesday, Claire came back from school.

nShe took a jacket and stuffed it into her school bag, and then put in bread and mineral water before she went out again with the school bag on her back.

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nAda stood on the second floor and didn’t return to Phoebe’s room until Claire’s figure disappeared completely.

nPhoebe was trying on an evening dress.

nIn a long blue dress, her curves were highlighted beautifully. Her long seaweed-like hair hung down her chest, setting off her snow-white skin. Her dress had a slit on the side, revealing her fair and slender legs.

nWearing light makeup, the girl’s beautiful face looked even more charming. Under her beautiful eyebrows, her eyes were as bright as black onyx.

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n“Mom, am I looking good?”

nShe turned around in front of the mirror, and her dress fluttered like flowers.

nAda walked over and cupped Phoebe’s small face with her hands, feeling proud from the bottom of her heart. “You are the most beautiful girl in the world.”

nHow could Hunter not like her daughter who was excellent?

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nNight fell.

nClaire got into Gallon’s car.

n“Call me when we arrive.”

nShe put the seat down and lay down to doze.

nAfter quite a while, the ride became bumpy.

nAwakened, Claire narrowed her sleepy eyes and pressed down the car window to look out.

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nUnder the moonlight, there was a large wheat field outside, bathed in a golden glow. The tips of the wheat shook with the breeze, and the shadows of the mountains stretched in the distance. Several low houses were interlaced, and there were noises from dogs and cocks intermittently.

nThe dirt road in the country was very narrow, full of stones and mud pits.

nIt was hard to drive on such a road, so Gallon simply parked his car on the edge of a field.

nClaire picked up her school bag and jumped out of the car.

nGallon turned on the flashlight and stretched out his hand towards Claire. “Hold my hand.”

n“Get lost.”

nClaire passed him by and strode forward.

nGallon shouted from behind. “Slow down, I won’t marry you if you fall and injure your face.”

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nThe two came to a vegetable garden, in front of which there was a newly built brick house.

nThe owner of the vegetable garden was an old granny who lived alone.

nGallon had been sponsoring her.

nHe had paid for the newly-built house too.

nEvery time he came, the granny would enthusiastically pull him into the house, entertaining him with delicious food, and didn’t let him work.

nSo Gallon could only call over Claire and secretly helped her plant the land at night.

nClaire threw her school bag on the ridge, and took out a head rope from her pocket. She held it in her mouth, pulled her hair up, and tied it into a bun.

nThen, she rolled up her sleeves and trouser legs.

n“Take it.”

nGallon threw a rake to Claire.

nClaire caught it accurately.

nThe two began to dig the soil.

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nOutside the banquet hall, a Maybach was parked.

nHunter leaned on the side of the car. He was dressed in a handmade custom suit, which outlined his tall, brawny figure.

nHe didn’t wear a tie, and the buttons on his collar were open, revealing his sexy Adam’s apple.

nHe tilted his head, and lowered his eyes. His chiseled features were indifferent, revealing a fatal sense of abstinence.

n“Hasn’t she arrived yet?”

nHis voice was extremely cold.

nMr. Hopkins glanced at his watch.

nThe Smiths told him that he didn’t need to pick up Miss Claire, so they came to the banquet hall first.

nBut they had been waiting for a long time and Miss Claire still didn’t come.

n“Mr. Johnson.”

nAt this time, a soft voice broke the silence.

nHunter turned his head, only to see that in the distance, a girl wearing a maxi dress was walking gracefully towards him.

nPhoebe walked up to Hunter, stared at him with her bright eyes, and quickly bowed her head shyly.

n“Well… do you remember me?”

nHunter only glanced at her with an indifferent expression, and a gleam of impatience flickered in his eyes.

nHe didn’t know this woman, nor did he have any impression of her.

nBut Mr. Hopkins found her a little familiar.

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