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“Who?! Oh, Lora, you are back from the bathroom?!” The man smiled and looked back at the beauty who came by. It was Lora. She was wearing a long dress with heavy make-up. The beautiful long black hair was turned into linen curls, and her lips were red as if she had drunk human blood. She carried a small Dior purse, possibly not a knockoff handbag. “Well, what are you doing?” “Nothing! A bastard bumped on me and almost ruined my ice cream. I’m questioning him for this!” The man shook the ice cream in his hand and boasted. At the same time, he circled Lora’s waist. Lora pretended to resist him and then her face changed when she saw the man who used to be close but now meant a stranger to her. Vincent Wayne! Vincent had seen Lora a long time ago, and couldn’t help but stand still on