Under the scorching sun.
The car was parked by the roadside, and Nora Scott, wearing a white T-shirt, jeans, sneakers, a baseball cap, and sunglasses, leaned slantingly against the car hood.
Holding an ice cream bought from the nearby shop, she bit into it idly, waiting as time ticked away, her eyebrows knitted tighter and tighter.
A reality show?!
She refused to go on a date with her boyfriend for a reality show!
If only she had... she would rather have James Mason make an extra call; she should have clarified things.
What kind of situation is this?
After finishing the ice cream, Nora Scott saw a young man with dark skin and a short, sturdy build running over. His eyes glued to the license plate, he glanced at Nora Scott's figure and quickly approached.
"James Mason's apprentice..." The young man smiled, showing two rows of white teeth, and greeted Nora Scott, "Miss, it's you, right."
"Hmm."
Feeling displeased, Nora responded coldly, showing no warmth.
