"Wait, wait, wait a minute, what wedding date!?" Joanna Ramsey’s voice was almost gone from shock.
Mason leaned back slowly in the chair, legs crossed elegantly like a nobleman stepping out of an oil painting.
But Joanna Ramsey was in no mood to admire him now, her mind blown by the words ’wedding date’.
"You and Victor had a match meeting, since you’re suitable, you should get married."
That matter-of-fact tone almost made Joanna Ramsey burst out, but alas, the other person had such a strong presence she couldn’t.
"But we’re not suitable at all!!"
"You don’t like Victor?"
"I don’t like him!!!"
Mason paused in silence for a moment, then nodded and continued, "No worries, feelings can be developed after marriage."
"Oh, Mason, Bella and I are just revolutionary comrades, I swear there’s nothing else, I also know so many of Bella’s little secrets, I can be your little spy."
Joanna Ramsey clasped her hands together above her head, begging, with tears in her eyes, looking as pitiful as one could be.
Mason’s eyes narrowed slightly at her words, lips curving into a slow smile, "Okay."
"So, Mason, you see, I’m in the prime of my youth, it seems a bit too early for marriage, doesn’t it?" Joanna Ramsey blinked her starry eyes.
Mason lightly tapped his fingertips on the table, then opened his mouth, "It is a bit early."
Joanna Ramsey immediately let out a sigh of relief.
Then she saw Mason stand up, straighten his neat suit, and said, "I’ve called Victor, he should be here soon, he’ll take you home then."
With that, the man was about to leave.
Joanna Ramsey was taken aback and hurriedly chased after him.
"Mason, didn’t you say..."
"Just letting him take you home, I have things to do." With that, he left the cafe without waiting for Joanna Ramsey to speak again.
Joanna Ramsey pouted and stuck out her tongue at Mason’s back.
Indeed, capitalists are no good!
She was thinking of escaping before Victor arrived, but as soon as she stepped out of the cafe, she saw Victor leaning against a bright red sports car, beckoning to her.
Joanna Ramsey walked over with a gloomy look.
She found Victor’s expression even more frustrated than hers.
"Troublemaker, can’t you take a taxi home? I’m really busy!"
Joanna Ramsey, feeling rejected: "..."[○･｀Д´･○]
"Bullshit, it’s not like I asked you to come, I don’t even care to sit in your crappy car."
At these words, Victor instantly became unhappy, "Joanna Ramsey, are you blind, dare to call my baby a crappy car? You don’t know a thing!"
"Ugh... you’re disgusting, calling it ’baby’, why don’t you call it ’little wife’?" Joanna Ramsey looked disgusted.
"None of your business, get in, I’ll take you home." Victor opened the car door and directly stuffed her inside, went around to the other side, and got in.
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As soon as the car started, Victor was flooded with a series of phone calls, annoyed, he picked up the phone.
"Enough already, didn’t I say to wait for me?"
"Damn, are you human, at most I’ll be there in half an hour, don’t start yet!"
"Fine, fine, I’ll be there in ten minutes."
Victor threw down the phone, made a sharp turn of the steering wheel, and the fast-running sports car spun a circle in place, the sound of tires scraping the ground was sharp and harsh.
Joanna Ramsey screamed in fright, gripping the seatbelt tightly, her legs curling up.
"Victor, are you trying to get us killed!" Joanna Ramsey’s voice was shaky with a bit of sob.
Only then did Victor remember there was someone else in the car, he chuckled awkwardly and raised his hand to soothe Joanna Ramsey by rubbing her head.
"Let’s go, let me show you the world!"