Chapter 37
by Ernest Hemingway
19:52,Jun 02,2023
A black Porsche Cayenne slowly stopped outside the villa.In the car, Vivian was sitting on the passenger seat and holding her breath with her eyes covered by a white handkerchief. When the car stopped, she smelled the sweet scent of osmanthus which was familiar to her. The road outside the Walker's House was planted with osmanthus trees. It was the season of osmanthus blooming, and the air was full of fragrance."Sir, have we arrived?" Vivian asked."He has something to deal with so he...
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