Chapter 320 Don’t Blow Our Cover Later
- Vivian Parham’s brows shot up. “Your boyfriend wrote this? Mind if I ask—what does he do for work?”
- Cold as ice, she replied, “He’s not working. He’s at home, between jobs.”
- Vivian blinked, even more surprised. A guy with no job, and he could write something this sharp? That didn’t add up.