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Nemmington ate a lot, and as soon as they left the airport, there was a Buick with the license plate NEM777 waiting outside.
Cedric skillfully opened the car door and smiled, letting Myrna get in first.
“Ms. Stark, get in the car first. We are going to Pham Hotel for dinner later, I have already made a reservation.”
Although Denise had bought her many properties in Nemmington, this was actually Myrna’s first time coming to Nemmington. She was unfamiliar with the place and didn’t know what Pham Hotel he was talking about, so she just lightly nodded and got into the car.
When Myrna got on the car, Cedric, with great insight, gave up his seat and smiled at the man behind, saying, “Mr. Larson, you and Ms. Stark sit in the back row, I will guide from the front.”
The Larson family driver: …
What does “San Shao” mean? Is it an insult to him?
He had been driving for Gaven for twenty years, knowing every corner of Nemmington streets and alleys. From the airport to Pham Hotel, was there anywhere he couldn’t find? Could he even get lost?
As the driver was thinking, the front door was pulled open, and he
watched Cedric get on the car in a hurry. He said to him, “Please go to Pham Hotel.”
“Um.”
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The driver, feeling frustrated, understood the principle of doing more and saying less while being in the Larson family. He silently turned the car around and headed towards Ring Road.
Pham Hotel was one of the top private restaurants in Nemmington, loved by many high society individuals for its Fusion Cuisine.
Similar to Melcester Watershed Restaurant, the more famous it was, the more ‘expensive‘ it became.
Cedric, however, didn’t think much of it. He took out his phone from the passenger seat and greeted the manager of Pham Hotel, asking them to reserve a spot for him.
*
On the other side of the airport.
Luther and Leann had been standing by the side of the airport road for quite a while.
They were the first to disembark from the plane. After getting off the plane and collecting their luggage, they waited by the roadside, watching as another hour passed by quickly.
Luther grew impatient and raised his wrist, glancing at his watch. “Hasn’t Stephie arrived yet? Should we give them a call?”
Leann looked hesitant and said, “Let’s wait a little longer.”
“We waited from boarding the plane until disembarking, how much longer do we have to wait here? It’s getting dark.”
As he spoke, he saw a Buick drive past on the roadside, with its black body looking sleek in the sunlight. The license plate also had a low- key and prestigious prefix.
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Just by looking at the license plate, you could tell that not just anyone could afford to drive it, and you had no idea who might be sitting inside.
After he sighed in his heart, he took another look at himself in the mirror of the roadside shop – carrying luggage, standing disheveled on the side of the road, with a face of exhaustion and weariness, just like those migrant workers who came to Beijing for work.
His heart couldn’t help but tighten.
I remembered Leann saying that Myrna might be taking the next flight to Nemmington.
Involuntarily, I thought, when Myrna arrives, will she also have to wait on the airport road like the Payne family did for half a day without anyone coming?
The Buick quickly stopped in front of a restaurant.
Cedric turned his head and said to the two people in the back row, “Ms. Stark, Mr. Larson, we have arrived.”
The driver of the Larson family saw through the rearview mirror that the girl sitting with their young master lifted her head. Her eyes were as black as ink, and her snow–white beautiful face still had the freshness of just waking up, with a hint of mischief in the corners of her eyes.
She didn’t look delicate at all, unlike a typical young lady.
There was a cold and intimidating aura surrounding him, as if he had experienced the harshness of society.
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But she was so beautiful that even wearing a duckbill cap couldn’t hide her pretty face, and the driver couldn’t possibly associate her with the words “little gangster“.
