I Am the Sweetheart of Mr. CEO-Chapter 633: I’ve Always Been Humble

However, this doesn’t affect his appearance at all, instead adding a touch of ethereal beauty to his delicate face.

"Should I go now?" the man said with a smile.

Kenton Maverick gave him a sidelong glance.

"Leaving your retreat?"

"I have no intention of leaving." The man bent down, picked up a paper bag from beside him, and handed it over. "My brother sent this for you."

Kris Cooper reached out to take it. "And what about you?"

The man patted his pockets and pulled out a key from the pocket of his shorts.

"How about I give you my car?! A fully automatic two-wheeler, zero fuel consumption per hundred kilometers."

Kris Cooper chuckled lightly, "Too slow on the acceleration, you better keep it for yourself."

The man grinned, revealing a neat row of white teeth, and reached into the paper bag to pull out a book, flipping open the flyleaf. Then he took a pen from the nearby reception desk and quickly scribbled a few words on it.

After that, he presented it to Kris Cooper with both hands.

"Well... the world’s only signed edition, it’s yours now!"

Kris Cooper took it, opened it, and saw a few flamboyant characters on the flyleaf. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Happy Wedding!"

Below that was the sender’s name—Mark Quincy!

Kris Cooper carefully closed the book and raised it as if showing it off.

"Thanks!"

Mark Quincy smiled and tilted his chin upward, "Keep it well, give it to your son when you’re old, give it to your grandson when your son is old... Wait till I’ve been dead for a hundred eighty years then auction it off, conservatively it’ll fetch at least seven figures."

Evan Gust jokingly commented, "I think it’s not just seven, at least eight figures."

"Nine figures is also possible." This time, it was Andre Colin speaking.

Mark Quincy laughed loudly, "That’s true, I’m always humble and underestimate my personal value."

"Alright!" Kris Cooper laughed, patting his shoulder, "Prince, please come inside?!"

"No way, I’m empty-handed, how can I go in?!" Mark Quincy stood in place without moving. "Besides, if your wife sees me and doesn’t want you anymore, wouldn’t that be a huge sin of mine? I’m not going in. I was in a hurry and didn’t bring a bike lock, I had the security take care of my bike. If it’s stolen, I’ll have to squeeze onto a bus."

"If it’s stolen, I’ll give you ten." Kris Cooper said.

Mark Quincy returned a blank stare, "What a joke, I got it from the flea market, a classic model that jingles everywhere except the bell. Do you think you can get it anywhere?"

Barry Gust frowned, "Can’t you live a normal life?"

"You don’t understand, a writer needs to experience life, otherwise how can I write good works." He shoved his hands into his pockets, lazily waved at them, "Enough chit-chat, I’m leaving. The power at my apartment is out tonight, if I get back late, I’ll have to climb stairs."

The group looked at him with some helplessness, knowing they couldn’t keep him, they didn’t hold him back and stood at the entrance, watching his figure disappear before returning to the hall.

Handing the items in his hands to Tommy Taylor, Kris Cooper looked around but didn’t find Vera Wave.

"I’ll go check on Vera, you guys go ahead and sit!"

He turned and walked toward the restroom.

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Inside the restroom.

Vera Wave came out of the stall, turned on the faucet to wash her hands, and pulled out a paper towel to dry the water beads on her hand.

Hearing someone approach, she turned her face and saw Liliana Davis walking in, immediately smiling and speaking.

"Aunt Liliana!"

Liliana Davis locked the door behind her and walked up to her.

"Vera, I want to talk to you!"

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A brand-new setting, oh haha.

The little prince is out, aren’t you guys going to vote?!~!~

Goodnight, little princesses.