"BOSS," Rose had been waiting in the Lincoln for a long time, but Trenton Smith had not returned.
She got out of the car and stood by it, watching him for quite a while. Seeing that he still showed no impulse to get in the car, she finally couldn't help but walk over.
Trenton Smith stood by the roadside, head down, smoking a cigarette. He looked handsome, much like those male models in magazines. His presence at the intersection had already attracted the gaze of many passersby, some bold ones even stood not far away, secretly taking photos.
"Should we drive and bring Miss Moore back?" Rose suggested.
Trenton Smith lifted his head and glanced at her, his secretary smiling cheerfully at him.
"Did she tell you what our relationship is?"
"Miss Moore said that she is your cousin," Rose answered earnestly.
His secretary, skilled in playing dumb, caught his eye for a moment. He said nothing more, threw the cigarette butt into a trash bin, and got into the car.