Phoebe nced at the box in the person''s hand. She recognized the brand, a high-end luxury brand, and politely declined, "No need, please thank Mr. DeRoss for me."


    The assistant forcefully handed her the box, "Miss Adams, please wear it. Evan said he couldn''t bear to see your heels hurt."


    Phoebe''s heart warmed. She hesitated for a moment, and the assistant turned back and ran. She stopped and looked back, where she saw Evan waving at her from a distance. A surge of bitterness welled up inside her.@@novelbin@@


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