novelraw Chapter 1041: Waist Snatchers Crumble
Chapter 1041: Waist Snatchers Crumble
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The other party responded instantly.
[sun: You are right across from me.]
@ilovebeingskinny raised her head to look directly opposite again and saw it was still just the girl playing with her phone, head lowered. Damn, she’s got quite the assertive standing posture!
An incredible thought appeared in his mind and he started to feel uneasy.
The girl continued to casually send messages, head bowed.
Her hands were fair and beautiful, the nails well-manicured and clean, a pair of really beautiful hands.
The other party was replying to messages.
His phone started vibrating once again.
@ilovebeingskinny’s expression was on the verge of collapsing, mechanically lifting an arm to check the new message.
[sun: I’m wearing a white T-shirt, wearing a cap.]
@ilovebeingskinny: ...
He silently scrolled back through the messages he sent just now; dying on the spot was only a second away.
What had he just sent?
’That beauty just glanced at me, and I could tell she was a bit interested in me.’
’If I hadn’t arranged to meet you, I’d be hitting on her right this minute.’
’Want to see? I’ll sneak a photo for you, that beauty is top-notch.’
He looked back at the boasts he had made afterward, not having the courage to greet anyone, head buried, wishing he could just die.
It’s better than being banished to the Red Light District to sell his butt.
Why didn’t that damn Emma Gabehart tell him the boss was a girl?!
And she’s freaking gorgeous.
*
After sending the last message, Nathalie Quinlan put away her phone, straightened her legs, and walked towards the young man opposite.
The man was only 27 or 28 years old with deep blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and a clear and smooth profile, his purple hair incredibly ostentatious, most likely mixed-race.
She had seen a photo of @ilovebeingskinny before.
She recognized him at first glance when he approached.
But at the time, the man’s hair was black in the photo she saw, not dyed in such an exaggerated purple, so there was a moment of uncertainty.
Then she was sure when she saw those messages.
She had the right person.
The hair color, just like the messages he usually sends. Ennnnn, Nathalie Quinlan thought for a moment, she came up with a word, a very strong personal style.
She walked over, pulled down her cap a bit, eyes cool and detached, although it was their first encounter in reality, Nathalie Quinlan often chatted with them usually, so she was quite familiar with several people, especially with @ilovebeingskinny, a chatterbox, who talked to her the most, so she didn’t feel strange.
She extended her long hand, looking quite natural: "Hello, sun."
@ilovebeingskinny: ...
Dammit dammit dammit!
He was petrified, taking a long time to come back to his senses. Finally shaking his head, his drifting gaze gradually focused, looking at the boss in front of him with a complex expression, it took several seconds before he stuttered out: "Boss, I think I can still save myself!"
Like he could go out and perform on streets, not necessarily having to sell his body.
Nathalie Quinlan raised an eyebrow, not following his train of thought, but she didn’t probe into what he was saying, and dropped her hand, very seriously, in a straightforward manner: "Are you free? I need your help with something."
@ilovebeingskinny: ...
sun needs his help?
@ilovebeingskinny felt like he was traveling through time, his soul floating in the air, head spinning, as if stepping on cotton, a surreal feeling. But instinctively, he nodded subconsciously: "Free! Totally free! Definitely free!"
After regaining his senses, his deep blue eyes filled with confusion, tilting his head: "But boss, what do you need my help with?"
"This matter is somewhat related to you." Nathalie Quinlan was straightforward, cutting to the chase as she told him: "Let’s go, come meet some people with me."