Iris Harris, this woman, really doesn't know the limits!
Does she know how precious Vincent's time is?
Despite being full of dissatisfaction, he still personally went over to inform Iris Harris, telling her his master agreed to come and talk to her personally tomorrow.
Upon hearing the news, Iris Harris's face showed little expression; no joy, no nervousness, her gaze looked somewhat profound amidst the swirling coffee mist.
This person suddenly realized that this woman is not as fragile as she appears; on the contrary, in the field of benefits, she also holds the cards.
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Vincent hung up the phone, humming a tune as he walked out of the study.
Luna Clark came over with a bottle of wine in her hand and seeing him, smiled in surprise: "What, feeling good?"
"Not bad." Vincent's emerald eyes glimmered with a sinister light, "That woman is quite interesting."
"Iris?"
"Yeah." Vincent seemed very enthusiastic, "She wants to meet me."
"You agreed?"
