NovelEnglishChapter 1148 Because This Is My H "My writer friends arrived." Jill put down his teacup, got up, and walked straight out of the living room to greet the guests. He was smiling, looking energetic.
Tristan also stood up and looked into the yard. Jill was very hospitable. He must be very happy to receive writer friends coming from another country.
Tristan cback to his senses and said to a servant, "Go prepare sfruit and snacks. Dinner must be strictly in accordance with my father's recipe." "Okay, sir, I'll arrange it right away!" The servant went off.
The manor is dyed with the afterglow of the sunset, the magnificent natural pool, the library with a collection of hundreds of thousands of books, Mr. Burton's private studio...
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe furniture and decorations inside the manor were unique.
In the yard, Claire, who got out of the car with several elders, was amazed by the scenery! The manor was so beautiful! It looked like a painting.
The environment was fantastic. Such a place must be very inspiring.
No wonder he got the Nobel Prize.
The young Claire was envious.
Looking back from a distance, Claire saw the Lamborghini parked in front of her at a glance. She didn't remember the license plate but remembered the car.
It was Lamborghini.
She thought to herself, "Is everyone here so rich?" She wrote about luxury cars in , but today she saw two in a row. And she had even sat in one.
Maybe she would have romantic intercourse here and marry a rich guy.
"Hi, Mr. Burton!" "Hi, Mr. Burton!" "How was the trip? Please cin." Jill reached out his hand. "Mr. Wilson, is this event far from here? Why don't we all live here? " "No, no, we don't want to bother you." Mr. Wilson was flattered, even though they were old friends, "There are nearly a hundred writers here for the event, only a few cwithtonight.." "Thank you. Is this young lady a writer too?" Jill noticed Claire, who was the youngest among the writers.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Nice to meet you, Mr. Burton." Claire smiled, "I like writing, and | have been doing it. | won't call myself a writer yet. It's an honor to meet you. Can | take a photo with you later?" "Of course!" Jill was very kind. He found the girl looking smart.
People walked towards the castle, Mr. Wilson added, "Claire is very good, she is a celebrity in our association, and several of her books have been made into TV s. The ratings are very good." "Wow!" Jill looked surprised. He couldn't help but look at her more, "You are the future Nobel prize winner." Claire smiled shyly, that sounded like a dream for her.
People chatted and walked into the living room.
Tristan was standing next to the sofa. The moment Claire entered the door, they saw each other.
Claire stopped in her tracks and widened her eyes in shock.
Tristan was tall. He stood there without many expressions, looking pure and distant. Standing under the crystal lamp, he looked aristocratic.
Just as Jill was about to introduce her, she followed Tristan's gaze, and her eyes fell on Claire again, "Tristan, do you know each other?" Claire took a few steps forward, "Tristan, why are you here?" She was surprised.
Tristan also cback to his senses. Smiling slightly, he said, "Because this is my home." Claire was even more shocked! She looked around, and then at him. Was he a billionaire? He did have the temperament of a billionaire. She shouldn't be surprised.
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