Cora Ginger's smile disappeared, her eyes filled with tears.
Today, Connor was very different from before. He wore an expensive suit, a crisp white shirt, shiny black leather shoes, and even his hair was styled neatly and handsomely.
Behind him was a brand new Porsche sports car!
When did he buy such a luxurious car?
He stood in front of the deep blue sports car worth millions, his eyes reflecting a European aristocratic deep blue. One hand in his pants pocket, the other naturally hanging down, like a fashion model walking off a runway, without a trace of a bodyguard demeanor, he looked utterly transformed!
Cora Ginger cried as she threw herself at him, "Connor, I'm sorry, it's my fault! Don't look at me like that. You seem so unfamiliar!"
She had barely held Connor for two seconds when she was pulled away by a strong force gripping her clothes.
A cold female voice sounded behind her, "Get lost."
