Registering A Late Marriage With My Billionaire
(the State of California, commonly referred t
ild West cowboy. The rest stop on the highway, located far from the centre of Los Angeles, had no
n catch a glimpse of a passing vehicle. The sun brought
left hand casually holding a Texas cowboy hat, he fanned himself with a breeze while
e always carried a smile that made others unable to ignore him.
t.
nd widened one
nd lower body was clad in shorts, with no fabric covering hi
t-coloured skin, exuding a sed
none other tha
as the CEO of the Anders
eautiful woman with a well-endowed chest whom he had just met the day before in glamorous California. Little did he know th
is money and mobile
o..
deeply. Then he sat in the middle of the highway, propping up his f
dn't take everything, leaving behind a hat for him th
looked at his
ccomplices see me like this no
ion of Damian Desmond, Matt Gient, and Norman Chambler - his thre
had always been him who
mn
is manner in the first place, making it diffi
d take to "crawl" back to Los Angeles, he faintly hea
when he saw a car rushing towards
right in front of Chr
, the screeching of
years?" In astonishment, Chris Anderson rubbed
The vehicle's owner was a middle-aged American m
e car owner and explained, "It's obvious; st
seen someone so impoli
om, and then disdainfully said, "Who am I to give you a ride? D
derson as an eccentric person in t
and, saying, "I'll give you a million
xclaimed, then immediately began eva
Chris Anderson looked at the car
o!" The car owner
limmer of hope; it seem
eve
ally, his body remained motionless, s
rson awkwardly said, "Oh, that... I meant after we ar
ky, his words wer
m back to Los Angeles now would r
owner's ears, they sounded like a cunn
fter a second, he quickl
the California sun? Wait until you have the money to say such
throw a bomb into the trail o
mn
to return to Los Angeles
, feeling the asphalt burning his back. Finally,
how long he had
approaching, Chris Anderson finall
ave this godforsaken place,
t.
on a charming and "adorable" smile, he w
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without
ly, Chris Anderson curled his
d out a way to esc