Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

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In a certain car heading here, Claire was sitting next to Mr. Wilson. She turned to look at the scenery outside the window and suddenly remembered something.

How was she going to thank Tristan? She didn't even have his number.

He cfrom Arkpool City, but would he return to Arkpool City? He was sitting in a Lamborghini, so he must live here, right? At least he can't be traveling here.

Claire didn't like owing people. She wouldn't be able to enjoy herself without thanking Tristan properly.

She owed Tristan a big favor.

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If it weren't for him, she would have been taken away by the American police, and she would be locked somewhere now.

"Claire, how's your increcently?" Mr. Wilson's concerned voice pulled her back from her thoughts.

Claire replied modestly, "I sold a few small copyrights, and they are being filmed. I'm lucky this year." "You are young and creative. You know what young people prefer. Good job, keep going!" "Thank you, Mr. Wilson, for your encouragement. | will study your work and improve myself. | believe that | will gain a lot from meeting Mr. Burton today too." "Even if you can't improve your writhing in a minute, | am sure you will get the spirit." Mr. Wilson told her.

He then added, "Mr. Burton gets up at six o'clock every day to read, and exercise, and starts writing at ten o'clock in the morning.

He writes for eight hours. He has a schedule table on the wall, from which you can see how much he cherishes his time." "l see." Claire was greatly inspired. If she worked harder, she could write two books at the stime.

Five minutes later, they arrived.

In a beautiful manor of classic style.

There was an avenue leading to the manor beside which were green trees. Beautiful sunset fell from the gaps in the leaves, mottled on the clean road.

The asphalt road was 1000 feet long, at the end of which was a large piece of green grass. A Lamborghini was parked in front of the castle.

The huge retro living room was lit up by a large crystal lamp.

"Tristan, | need to tell you something." Jill, in a brown suit, appeared at the corner of the stairs. He gradually walked downstairs.

"Yes, father?" Tristan stood by the sofa and met his gaze.

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"Do you remember Mr. Fritz?" "Yes, he is the Attorney General of New York State." Jill walked towards him. They sat down on the sofa. Jill said, "He has a daughter named Lydia, who is about your age. He wantsto introduce her to you." Tristan frowned slightly. He understood what Jill meant. Although he didn't like the idea, he didn't interrupt Jill at once.

"She will be here soon, you guys can get to know each other first." Jill leaned forward and poured a cup of tea, "Sof my writer friends will be here tonight too. With many people here, it won't be too awkward. Just treat it as a mission." Jill took a sip of tea and looked up at him, "You'll decide if you like her. | will never force you about that." Love and freedom were all that Jill pursued in life.

He wouldn't force Tristan.

"Okay." Tristan responded lightly, looking very calm.

Since it was a mission, he would complete it.

At this time, Claire's car was driving on the asphalt road that led to the manor. The scenery outside the window was beautiful, looking like a dreamland.

The car soon stopped behind the Lamborghini.

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