Sugar Daddy's Favorite Cute Girl

hing hasn't changed. Hmm!" said Emmy, looking at the sea of ​​motoriz

te girl beside him in a taxi stuck in metropolitan

? A Caucasian mixed-raced, right,

old, I was brought to live in Jakarta. Hence, I am fluent in Bahasa, even though I still speak English every d

use she was used to taking difficult lectures at Harvard University, Massachuset

ear about your family," said William, lookin

merica on a full scholarship, Uncle. If not, my grandparents could afford it, it's really expensive. And I work part

s tiny body and cute face is hidden the tenacity of a Wonder Woman. 'That means that for about four years of ed

ou found a job?" asked William, who was incr

work as a dishwasher in there. The pay is

William said that he directed the taxi driv

on gate with pointed grilles on top. William also said to Emmy, "Tha

u sometime. Who knows, we are a match!

sked casually while holding the taxi door because h

lf for speaking out of her heart. He continued, "Uncle

f the blue taxi and received his suitcase, which

ed the taxi carrying Emmy leave. Chatting with this cute girl never got boring, as

use the owner is confused and doesn't know what he's

is suitcase through the front yard of his house, which was like a Disneyland palace. He design

ant, greeted his boss with excitement, "Oh my goodness, Mr. Willy. What's wrong wit

and bring it back to my bedroom to unpack. Don't slam it!" William replied, amused

prepare the late lunch alone. The house chef automatically doesn't c

then fried them in a Teflon pan. Fortunately, white rice is always available because the

ll phone and checked his email. The name Emmy Estelia Setiawan seemed fam

rds his mouth failed to reach its destination and was placed back on the plate in front of him. "The new architectura

long to see Emmy again. Tomorrow morning, the cute girl herself will come to

re joking! HA-HA-HA," said William cheerfully. He doesn't usually pay attention to the opposite sex

, for submitting tenders for b

dn't get caught by Nini Lampir at the airport, did you?" scolded Haikal Sutrimo, w

r: folklore

r you. Take care of the lost ID card and the lost letter at the police station to take it to the bank's customer service, and then I'll list any bank. My wallet

riving

e of all those cards, Boss!" Haikal exclaimed,

all the contents of my wallet which was stolen, okay?!" William insisted b

ith honey-brown eyes said again, "Mo, tomorrow morning, there is a special guest. Tell Chef Juno to cook a Western-style brea

aikal teased William by laughing so excite

iercely, then took the last spoonful of