MTL - The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife - Chapter 3587 Shenlong Continental: Dull Little raccoon (six)

She barged into his office, ignoring the secretary who was trying to prevent her.

He looked up from his files and frowned to see the girl who just barged into his office.

“ What are you doing here?” He asked her coldly.

She smirked proudly and flipped her hair back and said, “ What do you think I am doing here? I am hungry, take me out for lunch.”

He knitted his brows, “ Why would I? Didn’t I already pay the compensation? I have zero obligation to feed you. So go away.”

The corners of her lips turned into an evil smirk, “ Do you think that you can get away from me that easily? Tsk, tsk. Mr. Han, you have really underestimated me.”

“ I will hunt you down even if you try to hide away from me in a faraway mountain.”

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Jiang Yue is a member of the most popular and powerful girl group who has lived her life with fame and glory. But what happens when she suddenly dies due to an accident and wakes up in the body of a hidden heiress of the Gu family?.....

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