She gracefully signed her name on the napkin, handed it to him, with a red hundred-dollar bill pressed beneath it.
"Signature, I'm sorry, I have something else to do, I have to go first, and…" She paused, "No need for coffee money, but your gesture as a fan, I accept it, though I can't let a fan spend money unnecessarily."
After saying this, she picked up her handbag and left.
Nathan Johnson watched her leave, his eyes squinting coldly, looking at the flamboyant and wild name written in black carbon pen on the table, along with the red bill, and his thin lips sneered coldly.
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Aurelia Shaw answered Hadriel Wilson's call as she walked out of the coffee shop, "I'm nearby, are you in the underground parking lot? No, I'll come find you, my current identity makes it inconvenient to move around, we'll meet there, don't wander off, wait for me."
Her lips curved deeply.
